This is the Messy Me

My dad lost his dog last week. His 12 year old Labrador Winnie, which was my mums therapy dog. Truth be known Winnie was more my dads dog. He loved her immensely and she was a very important part of the family. When mum took ill many years ago and dad became her carer, WinnieContinue reading “This is the Messy Me”

Parenting the Parent

As I sat there next to the hospital bed, looking across from mum to dad, I realised how small they had become, fragile almost. When did this happen? When did my larger than life parents, the people who have always supported me and been my rocks, shrink to this frailness? Time passes quickly and thereContinue reading “Parenting the Parent”