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Three more great moments from Mum, thanks to my smartphone ‘Notes’ feature

I’m two weeks back in Oz now, jetlag gone, and trying to make more space on my phone by deleting notes & photos. I’m so glad I was inspired to write down stuff Mum was saying, as no matter how fabulous it was, I just wouldn’t have remembered it all without prompts.

Here’s my Top Three (& you need to know Mum is proudly Celtic in heritage, a little unconventional, and sometimes incredibly philosophical).

  • On watching the Carnival Parade in our small seaside town, clapping along to the Marching Band-

“Mum, I think you’re out of time.”

“No, I’m doing Welsh time.”

  • The next morning, a Sunday, while the church bells are ringing-

“Mum, you’re still covered in glitter from hugging that random person off their float…”

“Oh well, it’s a good thing I’m not married to the vicar then isn’t it?”

  • At our last dinner together before my return to Australia-

“Shall we have a toast Mum?”

“Yes: to all the people who love us, all the people who’ve loved us, and everyone who’s going to love us.”

Sharing healthy food over 50 staves off dementia

The Last Supper #food #grateful #dementia #love

 

Sounds good to me Mum xO

 

22 Comments

    • Yay- it’s a good one hey? I couldn’t believe it- not bad for an 82-yr old with dementia πŸ™‚
      Thanks for reading and commenting πŸ™‚ G

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  1. β€œYes: to all the people who love us, all the people who’ve loved us, and everyone who’s going to love us.”
    This is so beautiful – I’m going to use it with my own son…..it’s a great toast

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