Day 3 - The Honest Truth

Reality Bites, Spring Daze, Now is the Time, by Lynn Grieveson

The stairlift. Looking at it every day whilst I'm living with my Dad fills me with so many emotions; anger, guilt, sadness, frustration ... For years my Mum had been going on about needing a stairlift but that my Dad 'wouldn't let her' Tosh! If my Mum wanted something she generally just went out and bought it and put up with my Dad's moaning about spending money afterwards. And they did have the money, my Mum had enough in her own personal account without having to get my Dad to sign off on it. She was just being a stubborn martyr over this, despite me repeatedly telling her to get one. And that stubborness, that is what caused her death. She was weak at home with Covid and after insisting on going downstairs, couldn't get back upstairs for the toilet and fell hard. Even though she was then hospitalised for Covid, it's the deep-seated haematoma that caused her body to shut down in stages, with me watching hopelessly as she faded away over the weeks. When she first went into hospital, I bought the stairlift using the Power of Attorney I had and had it installed ready for my Mum coming home. And, so, it's never been used. I feel so angry with my Mum for being so stubborn and my Dad for being mean with money and making her feel that way.