A sad day for you @Hostafan1. Not easy picking up the things and saying goodbye to the staff. But also a relief that you don't have to go there again. Enjoy Rosemoor.
I felt much more emotional than I thought I would at the news yesterday and felt immediately compelled to email my brother and sister for some reason. My brother lives in Australia (Brisbane @Pat E) and is really bad at writing/emailing. But I just thought of us all growing up together and the Queen had been there, in the background, for all of it. My parents and my in-laws all died a while ago - but she was still there. Until now. I remember my Dad trying to persuade my Mum to have a fourth child when the Queen did. But Mum wasn't having any of it. I think she said something along the lines of the Queen could afford it, but we couldn't.
Hats off to Huw Edwards keeping the chat going yesterday - the man deserves a medal. We could switch off when the third reel of the same pictures came around and we got tired of looking at the wet road anticipating the arrival of Harry's car, but he had to keep going. Thank heavens for Netflix.
Hubby's things have been collected, but it was chucking it down so no Rosemoor.
I went into the corridor where Hubby was and it was nice, somewhat comforting, to see the Residents. 6
One lady used to write QE2's letters until Dementia got her. She gave me a great big hug and said to the staff. " I'm ok now. I have my best friend with me" I hope nobody tells her about the Queen and just leaves her with her memories.
Hubby's room now has a 50 year old man in there. 50 and so ill with dementia he's in a care home. We over 27s really ought to count our blessings every day.
I suppose I now have something in common with HM King. We're both clearing up loose ends after the death of a loved one, then moving onto a new chapter without them.
When I was driving home from The Home today, I drove past a farm. In Spring it was ploughed and wondered at the beauty of the soil. I marveled at the uniformity of the germination. I watched the crop flourish day by day. Today I drove past the crop had been harvested. It struck me as poignant that that life cycle too, had run its course to completion.
I don't know about others, but the rhythm of the seasons is one of the most important things about gardening for me . The sowing of seeds through to harvesting crops. I can't imagine not doing this, however hard it gets sometimes.
I agree @Allotment Boy … it’s why gardening is so good for our emotional and mental health … always looking forward, planning for the future, hoping and trusting in a tomorrow … 😊
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
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I felt much more emotional than I thought I would at the news yesterday and felt immediately compelled to email my brother and sister for some reason. My brother lives in Australia (Brisbane @Pat E) and is really bad at writing/emailing. But I just thought of us all growing up together and the Queen had been there, in the background, for all of it. My parents and my in-laws all died a while ago - but she was still there. Until now. I remember my Dad trying to persuade my Mum to have a fourth child when the Queen did. But Mum wasn't having any of it. I think she said something along the lines of the Queen could afford it, but we couldn't.
Hats off to Huw Edwards keeping the chat going yesterday - the man deserves a medal. We could switch off when the third reel of the same pictures came around and we got tired of looking at the wet road anticipating the arrival of Harry's car, but he had to keep going. Thank heavens for Netflix.
I went into the corridor where Hubby was and it was nice, somewhat comforting, to see the Residents. 6
One lady used to write QE2's letters until Dementia got her.
She gave me a great big hug and said to the staff. " I'm ok now. I have my best friend with me" I hope nobody tells her about the Queen and just leaves her with her memories.
Hubby's room now has a 50 year old man in there. 50 and so ill with dementia he's in a care home. We over 27s really ought to count our blessings every day.
I suppose I now have something in common with HM King. We're both clearing up loose ends after the death of a loved one, then moving onto a new chapter without them.
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
In Spring it was ploughed and wondered at the beauty of the soil.
I marveled at the uniformity of the germination.
I watched the crop flourish day by day.
Today I drove past the crop had been harvested.
It struck me as poignant that that life cycle too, had run its course to completion.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.