She was ill this year, and I thought of myself as on call. We lived five minutes apart by car. There were spells in hospital, a pain crisis where I sat by her waiting for the ambulance; there were dramas and periods of calm. She remained stoical, goodhumoured, extraordinarily sharp. All through it, my father looked after her devotedly, assiduously. He rubbed her back
The Mother I Loved
Aug 13, 2023
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