Vicky was more comfortable today and looked serene on pink pillows with the smell of hyacinths in the room and her John Lewis nightie on. We all had a relaxing day, with poetry, and a walk in the ancient woods nearby. The hospice are generous and hospitable about letting Darlings drift in and out, and use the fridge in her room for snacks, and make endless trays of tea. We watched the rain and the sun making droplets glisten on the branches, and blue tits out of her French doors.
She is not eating and only taking sips of water, but sometimes wakes up and says something perfectly lucid. She doesn't seem at all anxious or fearful. I have told the nurses she is not one to press the bell or make a fuss so they may need to check on her if we are not there. I am trying to give up any role of being a nurse and just be a daughter.
Josie
Thanks for your comforting post.I am thinking of you all so often. And really good to hear that you feel able to just be the daughter and not the nurse. Lots of love xxx
ReplyDeleteYes I agree, it is lovely to still feel connected with Vicky. Thank you Josie x
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post. Dear Vicky. Thinking of you all and sending love in this precious time. Becx
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