Old age comes to most of us – and often with it comes frailty. While waiting for an urgent knee replacement my Mum (on the right) decided , uncharacteristically, to take a holiday, near us, in Sussex. As a result I have had a few days off and in doing so I arranged for her catch up with her old school chum Audrey, which was nice. What was rather unexpected though when I visited her last Thursday was that she wanted to take a trip into Worthing and see Pete (on the left) in his “retirement” home.
Pete was my Dad’s best man. And they hadn’t seen one another for many years (35?) and I guess I hadn’t seen him since the late 1960’s.
Does he know your coming I asked? No! OK, lets phone him once we get near just in case you are car sick again. OK. Ring Ring. Hello. Hello Peter it’s Don! Who? Don? Oh wonderful, yes it would be lovely to see you, when……….
Apparently I look like my Dad. And Dad and Pete used to go to concerts and listen to music, and they started a Cycling Club “the Lancing Wheelers” back just after the 2nd WW. How much of my life has been pre-programmed? What was nice was the years rolled back but then the conversation turned to what had happened their old acquaintances – sadly not many are left.
The visit was over too soon and I felt rather sad.
Plenty to think about – but most importantly make the most of every day you have for it will soon be gone.
PS: An interesting fact I found out was; when my Mum was a young girl she was watching a double-decker bus cross the toll-bridge at Shoreham from her bedroom window one windy day when it was suddenly blown off the bridge into the river. Out went the cry “Mum”. So my Grandmother dashed to the Red Lion pub across the road to get help – luckily there were no fatalities.