This thread is dedicated to my Mother and her recovery.
On Monday the 4th June 2007, while holidaying in the UK with my Father, my Mother was struck by a van while crossing the road.
Mum spent 88 days in various UK hospitals before finally being brought home back to Australia on the 30th August 2007.
She is currently in The John Whittle Nursing Facility with brain damage
I have set up this thread to keep you all updated on her condition and her improvements and hopefully one day, Mum will be able to read it.
On Monday the 4th June 2007, while holidaying in the UK with my Father, my Mother was struck by a van while crossing the road.
Mum spent 88 days in various UK hospitals before finally being brought home back to Australia on the 30th August 2007.
She is currently in The John Whittle Nursing Facility with brain damage
I have set up this thread to keep you all updated on her condition and her improvements and hopefully one day, Mum will be able to read it.
Mothers Day tomorrow.
Going out with friends tonight so hopefully that will cheer me up a bit.
Its the 5th Mothers Day since Mums accident
I love my kids so much but today is also a day i think of my Mum and i miss her so very very much. I sent her a card and some photos of me with the kids. I dont know if she will even know who we are. Its been nearly 5 years since the accident that changed my whole family's lives. As the years go by it doesnt get any easier.
To everyone, who still has their mother in their lives, cherish them, cause the saying is true, you dont know what you've got till its gone. I love you Mum
Last night my Dad rang.
The conversation was as it always is until he asked "So, when are you coming to see your mother?"
I came up with reasons....we are in the middle of expensive renovations, hubby cant get time off work, dont want to take the kids out of school, too hard to go all that way with a baby.
But he didnt seem to happy with any of them.
I couldnt say the real reason ๐
"Dad, the last time i saw Mum, I stood in front of her and told her i couldnt handle this. I told her it was her time to go. That it was time for her to leave us. I told her to stop fighting. I was a mess for months after and needed to go on antidepressants. I told myself that the next time i come to Dubbo will be for Mums funeral"
