I'm really missing home...

the neighbours that lived opposite us in the group of units, where we moved from, I had just recently adopted them as my grandparents. Such a lovely older couple too, they welcomed the adoption. But, not long after our big move to the Flinders Ranges, we heard a week after it happened, that John had suffered a stroke. It really quite upset me, as this man had taught me how to make (of all things) a decent omlette and our relationship had blossomed more the few days before we moved.

Last night, I spoke with Dorothy, I told her I would keep in touch, just before we left, the morning in fact, I told her she reminds me very much of my late grandma, she even looks a little like her. So it was difficult for me to wave goodbye to Dorothy, and even harder to know that their lives have been changed dramatically since John's stroke.
Anyhow, on speaking with Dorothy last night, I learned that his stroke was a lot worse then I had been led to believe initially. But I forced myself to be strong for her on the phone, as I knew she needed that. Towards the end of the phone call I said what I always say to who, to take care, and I almost added "I love you" as well, but for some reason I didn't. Then I wish I had said it, after it was the last thing she said to me.

Oh, that really touched my heart, and wish I could still be living opposite her in the units so I could support her through all this. And that's one of the reasons why I miss home so dearly.

[John spent a couple of weeks in intensive care before being moved to a rehab place for another couple of weeks; he was scheduled to return home Thursday 10th April.
He's lost the will and the hope to continue his normal lifestyle and routines, he's not allowed to drive, and must not be left alone at any time. His motor skills are just not there - and the swelling in his brain will take atleast 7-8 weeks to go down. His eyesight was already slightly impaired because he had apparently had a minor stroke (TIA's) 3-4 months ago unbeknowns to him or Dorothy. He must also use a walking stick and mustn't be allowed outside by himself.]


When I was 13'ish my real life grandad died from a sudden heart attack, John reminds me of him. Funny, kind, caring lovable fellow.


In memory of Grandad & Grandma.

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