Or in our case a home is where mum is.
It breaks my heart to think of someone else looking after my mum.
I know it is for the best and I know dad deserves a break, but I just can't accept it no matter how hard I try.
She slips away from us more and more each day. Which means more and more responsibility and pressure on dad and I love him dearly for keeping mum at home with him for as long as he possibly could.
The time has come to admit defeat in a way and let someone else step up and play the carer.
Which I know is a relief for dad. And the best thing possible for mum.
As I sit and think of my mother being in some unfamiliar room possibly pining for my dad my heart shatters and I have to swallow the lump that just won't leave my throat this week.
This week respite, next month possibly full time care if the placement becomes available.
What I would kill to sit and have a cuppa with my mum and just bitch about the world outside.
Relish the simple things! You really never know when you can loose the things you take for granted.