26 Good days and Bad Days

Well today was a good day something I am always grateful for. When I arrived there was a carer there as she had got up to walk. She has a sensor on her chair which detects when she is on the move, very effective and it beeps madly so the carer was there. She is a very big falls risk! "she is just going to see her mother " the carer announced. Anyway we persuaded her to sit down and I said I was going to make a cup of tea so that occupied us for a while. She talked the whole time rambles really from the past. talks about the girl ?me and it's rather unusual being talked about in the third person but then drops in something from fifty years ago, the lady with the corgi that lives by the cricket path but today talked about the young twenty seven year old who was ill ?Ian but then she started saying she felt abandoned by her Mother Vera her friends Bobbie Belle etc. Of course they are now all deceased. The nurse manager told me not to say her mother was now dead indeed had been for thirty plus years , but to divert the conversation and reminisce about what a lovely lady she had been etc but I guess that is how you do feel when all your contempories have passed on and you are the only one left.