last week my granddad was happily pulling up leeks from his garden, whilst my grandma absent mindedly made him cups of tea, forgetting that he's just had one. this week i'm visiting in him in hospital. he's had a stroke.
this is a man who maintains a large vegetable patch and at 85 still drives and is totally independent. i hope i managed to hide my shock and sadness as the porters wheeled him around the corner. but i think he saw it in my eyes. unable to stand without support and encouragement, i helped him get back into bed. just this effort pretty much wiped him out.
he's making good progress though, and gaining more strength and movement daily. it's just that he's the fit one, the one that looked after grandma. it's becoming apparent that her 'forgetfulness' is actually something more serious. without the routine and support from granddad, she no longer knows what to do. sleeping alone for the first time over 60 years. suddenly everything has changed and nothing will be the same again.