I miss this blog. More accurately, I miss blogging wholly, rather than quick snippets of day-to-day. I haven’t been around to do it proper justice lately, because I’ve been too busy creating another blog.
But I don’t want to let go of this one just yet.
Mainly because it holds lots of memories and photos of my family…little stories I wanted to record so I didn’t forget.
You see, forgetting is of concern to me.
My Grandmother forgot everything in the end – like a lot of the elderly do, I know. But it was devastating to watch. I think that was at the back of my mind when I first created this blog.
Genetically, I seem similar to her – so far, anyway. When she was 90, she was in physically perfect condition (for a 90 year old). When she was admitted to the nursing home, her final place of residence, the first question they asked my Dad was, “so what medications is she taking?” She wasn’t taking a single tablet.
Her name was Elsa, by the way.
So Elsa was physically doing ok…it was the mental side that was in decline.
And it was very sudden. It almost seemed like overnight that she couldn’t recall who we were. Couldn’t remember who her son was, my Dad, when he visited.
Which brought him to tears.
One of those moments you remember.
Elsa was always wrapt to see us – such friendly faces visiting, though not knowing who we actually were. “Hello! Who are you?” she’d ask me. “Alison, your granddaughter. Don’t you remember?”
No, she didn’t. And although she didn’t remember much about her life in the end, she was happy within herself. Which I think is the most important thing.
At least, I’d like to think it is!
I don’t think about it very often. But I do easily forget things, and for now, put it down to the busyness of life.
Because I know it’s a long way off till I hit 90.
Until then, in a very small way, I consider this blog my safety net.
We all blog for different reasons.