I saw my Uncle for the first time today in weeks. His friends who have had him to stay with them, have brought him home and have moved into his house to care for him.
I'm ashamed to say that I was wrong about him being self indulgent in his grief over Aunt Ros's death. He is in a terrible state. This big burly builder, I was always a bit wary of as a child, today grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. He's bed ridden, and the doctor says he's had a nervous break down.
I sat with him and held his hand, and tried to tell him that he will get better. After seeing my Aunt in hospital for all those months, and keeping it together until her death, I tried to explain that it was just his bodies way of protecting itself. He just kept saying he wasn't getting better, and made me promise to look after myself, and my cousin.
It's just been a really awful day. He isn't old, he's just sixty seven, though loosing four stone in five weeks, makes him look ninety. His friends have been wonderful, they haven't had a single nights sleep for weeks. The doctor has arranged for him to see someone at the Mount tomorrow, and I said I will help them get him there.
My cousin is helping as much as she can, as well as working and looking after her family. I don't think that she can get her head round her Dad falling apart so soon after loosing her Mum.
We are really hoping the doctors deliver some encouraging news tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
I'm ashamed to say that I was wrong about him being self indulgent in his grief over Aunt Ros's death. He is in a terrible state. This big burly builder, I was always a bit wary of as a child, today grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. He's bed ridden, and the doctor says he's had a nervous break down.
I sat with him and held his hand, and tried to tell him that he will get better. After seeing my Aunt in hospital for all those months, and keeping it together until her death, I tried to explain that it was just his bodies way of protecting itself. He just kept saying he wasn't getting better, and made me promise to look after myself, and my cousin.
It's just been a really awful day. He isn't old, he's just sixty seven, though loosing four stone in five weeks, makes him look ninety. His friends have been wonderful, they haven't had a single nights sleep for weeks. The doctor has arranged for him to see someone at the Mount tomorrow, and I said I will help them get him there.
My cousin is helping as much as she can, as well as working and looking after her family. I don't think that she can get her head round her Dad falling apart so soon after loosing her Mum.
We are really hoping the doctors deliver some encouraging news tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
