Saturday, 9 December 2006

Dementia & Other Family Stories

I just got a telephone call from my father who tells me my 93 year old grandemother (maternal) has ben taken into hopital with (unconfirmed) senile dementia. After a long lay down I thought I'd see if allowing my feelings out would make me feel any better - well I doubt I could feel worse at this moment.

My sister has gone to Scotland for a weeks holiday - she likes it up there as she has a Scottish surname (even though she's divorced from the person who gave it to her), and has in the past gone for summer holiday with her youngest son.

My brother is doing well in his job - his last meeting was in France and his next is in Canada (places where the company he works for is looking to expand). I didn't realise he was so far up the company ladder. He's come along way from being a lorry driver 10 years ago. I personally had hoped he would continue with his singing career as I knew he had the vocal ability to go far and I (selfishly) wanted to be his manager (my failed venture in to the local music sceneto blame I suspect... but that was a long tme ago).

My father always a betting man recently won over a thousand pounds on 2 separate occassion, which I could do with a slice of at the monent with Christmas approaching and only red digits in my bank account, but he doesn't realise that I'm broke as my wife takes care of the household bills etc. and everything seems OK to him and he probably thinks I have some social benefit income, although I don't and don't want to seem like I'm begging.