Wow, it feels like it’s been ages since I’ve written anything.
In fact, in the last few weeks all I’ve written is a heck of a lot of emails.
It seems the problem with going on holiday is that you come back to the same inbox, only fuller.
We arrived back from holiday on the 2nd of September and, to be honest, it’s a bit of a blur what happened in the last month and a half.
Except my lovely (albeit short) trip to Portugal. It was my Mommy’s birthday and I surprised my parents with a quick weekend visit.
My Mom has Alzheimer’s and sometimes it’s hard to be there for her as she needs it – love unconditional. Especially when you have the kids around you demanding your attention all the time.
This time I went to visit them alone and we got to spend some lovely time together. Including the impromptu party my Godmother and I organised with one day’s notice. There were 15 family members there, wishing my Mom a healthy and long life. And then more family came to visit her after lunch.
I also got to go with my Godparents in the evening to feed the poor on the streets of Lisbon, an initiative they do once a month with a self funding group of people that give for the sake of giving without expecting anything in return. I felt humbled by the experience.
It was hard saying goodbye. It was sad to leave them behind. Each passing day not knowing if my Mom will recognise me tomorrow is something that worries me. I promise to Skype more often, but the rollercoaster of life doesn’t help.
Even with these challenges, I’m trying to convince my parents to come here for Christmas. It would mean a lot to me if they were here and I know they would love it too so I’ll keep on hoping…