An Easter Surprise

CarolStarred Page By Carol, 19th Mar 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/hzv9p754/
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Doris doesn't really celebrate Easter, one day is like another to her. Read on to find out more.

An Easter Surprise

Doris was sitting by the window, even though it should be springtime now, it was very cold, so she put a little blanket around herself. It was better to do that than turn up the heating, she didn't want to be worried about paying the bill.

Her parents had taught her to be careful with her money, and she was glad they had. When she was a girl there was no central heating, how progress had changed things, now you had cordless phones, even mobile phones. She had fought against having one of those , all this modern technology was too much, but in the end she had succumbed. Grudgingly she had to agree they were good, she now carried it everywhere with her, Colin had stored pictures of all the family on it for her, saved getting out that heavy album every time she wanted to see them.

She hadn't seen Colin for a while, he had a very high powered job, travelled everywhere, and always as soon as he got home he popped round. Of course they had all suggested that now she was ninety she might be more comfortable in a home, but what did they know?, this was her home, and she intended to stay here for the rest of her life, she didn't want to be in a place with incontinent old people who slept and dribbled all day long.

Her day

Every morning she got herself out of bed, and then the carer came to help her wash and dress. Those limbs of her were a bit stiff these days, but in her time she 'd been a runner and achieved national standard. Thank goodness for her memories, she still kept her running spikes, all these years later, just to remind herself that she had been young once.

All those wonderful years with George, the love of her life, and their beautiful children, she could still remember the first day Colin started school, he had clasped trustingly at her hand, but because their house was right oppostie the schol, when the teacher had said he could go out to play, he had come home, worried that his mum might be lonely.

Her eyes pricked with tears, such was the bond she had always had with him, even now, when she looked at him, she didn't see a man in his sixties, she just saw her first born son.

Marty had gone to Australia, so visits from him were rare, but he had a nice wife and family now, even grandchildren, she had all their pictures on her phone, and at Christmas time, when Colin took her back to his house, she had even spoken to them on Skype, which she thought was amazing

She couldn't help wondering if George was still here, what would he make of all this new technology. He had been a keen photographer himself, his big old camera was still upstairs, but now they had al this digital stuuf, you could even take a phot with your phone apparently.

Now it was lunchtime

She was getting a bit hungry now, and sure enough, the little van that brought her lunchtime meal had just pulled up. She was looking forward to seeing Ann, she was always bright and cheery, but she knew she wouldn't be able to stop, lots of people were like her, and needed meals on wheels. She couldn't trust her eyes these days, in the kitchen.

It was braised beef and mash today, always nice and hot and tasty, and Ann was telling her about her holiday coming up soon, somewhere warm, away from the cold winds here.She had fruit and jelly for pudding, she always liked that, and Ann put some evaporated milk from her fridge on top of it.

" Bye Doris, have a good weekend, " she said cheerily before jumping in the van to go on her next call.

Doris ate her lunch, she hadn't realised it was Friday again, the weeks passed so quickly now. She put on the tv for a bit, she always liked quiz programmes, but it wasn't long before she dozed off.

When she woke up, she was just feeling like a cup of tea, but they were not keen on her using the kettle now and maybe scalding herself, so it was gone it was only three o'clock, and the carer didn't come back until six. There would be a sandwich in the fridge to eat whenever she wanted, and a yoghurt, but sometimes the carer was even later than six, but she was grateful for the help she got to get ready for bed. Sometimes independence was not all it was cracked up to be.

Someone was at the Door

When she heard the door go, she was happy. Maybe she would get her cup of tea, but better than that it was Colin. He came over to kiss her.
" Hi Mum, come to get you for the weekend, are you packed and ready.?"

Doris was confused, but very happy, her boy was here, he never forgot her.
" Am I coming for the weekend, how lovely, I just need a few bits."

Colin felt sad. Her memory was really so poor now, she did't even realise it was Easter, and they had her to stay as much as they could. Jenny was great with her, but his mother was so stubborn, she could be in a nice care home, with all her needs catered for, but she didn't want to leave here, this shabby little flat she had shared with dad in their later years. Well it was her life after all.

They had bought her a Cadbury Roses chocolate egg, they were her favourites, and when she realised it was Easter, she would be giving him some money to go to the shops to get some for everyone bless her, his mum was a generous lady to others. He was proud of her indomitable will, she never gave up, and suffered old age gracefully.

They were in the car now

Whilst they were travelling home, Doris was thinking. She had seen a programme about a care home, not everyone in it was decrepit and defenceless, one man she had seen was about her age, and he still took himself to the shops and back. They played Bingo and had coffee mornings, they even did painting, and the best thing of all was at Christmas someone came round and played the piano and they had a sing song.

She hated to admit she was wrong, and she had totally cast aside any encouraging comments that Colin had made about residential care, so she worded it in her own way.
" Colin I don't want to live in those flats any more, everyone is so noisy, that place you were telling me about near to you, I might as well have a look, but I am not promising anything."

Wow Mum had finally come to her senses. The relief he felt was amazing, it was like a huge rock had been lifted from inside him. He dreaded walking in one day and finding her gone, his mother was a fine woman, and he wanted her to be looked after in the best way possible for her remaining years, and his house just wasn't big enough, and both himself and Jenny were out so much.

" Yes Mum, we'll go sometime next week, and then the decision is yours."

Doris smiled, she still felt in control of her life, even if she was ninety.
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Carer, Cold, Colin Easter, Doris, Family, In Control, Lonely, Meals On Wheels, Residential Home, Skype

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I am a proud mother and grandmother, and an author. I have had 7 books published. My hobbies are walking, swimming, and playing badminton. I try to raise more awareness of autism with my writing.

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author avatar Kingwell
19th Mar 2015 (#)

What a beautiful story! I just loved it. It's never easy for an elderly person to leave their home. What a lovely family too. Blessings.

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author avatar Carol
19th Mar 2015 (#)

Thank you Kingwell

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
19th Mar 2015 (#)

Yes , I agree with Kingwell dear Carol . This is a lovely story .
I have a dear friend of ninety three who still lives in her own home and gets about as best she can for her age , but she too is thinking of going into residential care now .
God bless you , and have a very Happy Easter .
love Stella ><

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author avatar Carol
19th Mar 2015 (#)

Thank you Stella, and a very happy Easter to you too. xx

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author avatar Retired
19th Mar 2015 (#)

I am not ever going to leave my house. I repeat those famous last words over and over. Happy Easter.

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author avatar Carol
20th Mar 2015 (#)

Thanks for reading Le Rain

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author avatar Carol Roach
19th Mar 2015 (#)

great story, I am sixty and sometimes incontinent and I never owned a cell phone and I don't want one. My land phone is just fine for me

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author avatar Carol
20th Mar 2015 (#)

Thanks Carol.I am 71 but will hang onto my independence for as long as I can.

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author avatar vellur
20th Mar 2015 (#)

A beautiful story, touched my heart.

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author avatar Carol
20th Mar 2015 (#)

Glad you liked it Vellur

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author avatar M G Singh
20th Mar 2015 (#)

great post

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author avatar Carol
20th Mar 2015 (#)

Thank you Madan, and a happy Easter to one and all.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
4th Apr 2015 (#)

We are never the same every five years or so but we fight for independence as long as we can. Lovely story that resonates with all, Carol - siva

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author avatar Carol
4th Apr 2015 (#)

Thank you Siva

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