Sunday, October 12, 2014

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.

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