In the days after my Dad died, my wife gave my mother a shower. Mum was afraid and shouty. She cried out because she didn't know where the water was coming from.
Later, I wiped my Mum's old bottom because she couldn't help herself off the toilet.
She laughed and cried a bit.
Strangely enough, it was just fine.
In those days I gave my Mum a sponge bath. She was really happy to be clean. Never done that before.
It's incredibly hard to get an old, arthritic lady into her clothes.
Unlike a wriggling infant, the limbs and joints of a senior citizen don't bend the way you'd think they would.
Dad died. He left Mum behind, malnourished, dehydrated, unable to walk or look after herself,
and he thought he'd been taking care of her. This is the story of how I, along with my sister and wife,
tried to deal with what he left behind.
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