This morning, as I popped down to Fremantle, I drove along soaking in all the beauty of a sunny autumn sky, mentally taking notes about what I was planning to post today. Instead, I've returned home and sat here at my computer to compose a whole different set of words instead.
My visit to Fremantle was to visit my poor Nanna in hospital (Dad's Mum). Last Tuesday night, she had a fall which left her with a broken hip and after a three day wait for an operation which frustratingly kept being postponed, she is now slowly recovering from her surgery.
I made my way up to her room and found her drifting in and out of sleep. I held her hand and stroked her wrinkled cheek. Her skin was paper thin and she seemed so much older than usual (although at almost 92 years of age, I'm not sure quite how possible that is actually). Her usual spritely smile and greeting were only half there. Chatting was difficult for her, but we managed a little bit of conversation as I tried my hardest to be cheery. Phrases were repeated over and over and she seemed very confused.
She did manage a little joke though, and that made my heart very happy indeed.
And when I could see that she was having trouble keeping her eyes open, I kissed her forehead, told her I loved her and let her rest, walking back to my car with tear filled eyes and thinking about how horrible it is that old age sees people in such a state.
A natural part of life I know, but a sad one nonetheless...