My Mum still refers to my ‘coming home’ when I visit. She has spent every day of the past month, including Christmas Day, making a 40 mile plus round trip to see my Dad in hospital, thanks to a rota of friends driving her.

Every day, she’s promised him that he’ll be home soon. Yesterday a doctor and social worker told her he will need full-time residential nursing care. He can’t respond to her at the moment, eat, drink or stand.

So now we need to find a new home for him, a few weeks before their 59th wedding anniversary. And I need to try to help her stop crying and saying she has broken her promise.

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