Mom left on the 5th July in a taxi to Lichfield, to catch a train and then a bus.
My step dad was eagerly awaiting her return. They frequently shout at each other in their way, no an abusive or threatening way, just probably getting on each others bits. The night after mom arrived she rang him and he was missing her he said, even the nagging!! He met her at the station and at home, he'd gotten a card, written lovely words. I know she was glad to be home aswell.
I was alone then for the first time since the operation. I was ok to be alone. But I didn't want to be alone in one way, but I did in another. I'd loved having mom here. I've said I'm quite happy living alone, but this has made me realise I would love to live with other people (humans or dogs). I don't want to be alone.
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