The thing about being a care giver, is that it is the most undervalued profession in the world.
The other thing is, I don't want to be Aunty.
I don't want to be stuck in a house alone by myself.
And I do get something from sitting with her.
I learnt more about life from her in the last year than I learnt in University.
And I want to help.
A rather large stumbling block seems to be in my path.
But .... maybe this is the opportunity.
To become Aunty in turn.
She used to pick me up and drop me to Common Entrance lessons in another school for the entire year.
I will never forget that.
And it is due to that time that we spent that I can still ... FEEL... her.
Words are not necessary.
It is something which I can't explain, but it is a sense of well being.
You OK, I'm OK.
My mother's sister.
The closest person to my mother, left in this country.
.... time....
I asked over a year ago now.
No it doesn't.
Bizarrely enough, this still seems right.
STEUPS.
And then...
11 years ago