Me and my husband had a lovely day at my parents house. My wonderful mum is 84 yet had worked so hard with food, beautiful table etc. We all pitched in helping and having a good laugh together. After a very stressful few weeks I relaxed a little and felt content. Until my precious dad had a TIA (mini stroke). It was one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. Paramedics came very fast and thoroughly checked everything. He thankfully seems fine now and will see the stroke clinic within 48 hours. My husband had to go home due to our pets. I'm now sat alone in my parents living room in my childhood home, at the age of 47 sobbing like a baby at the thought of losing either of them and just how fragile evrything is. Just being in my childhood home and thinking that one day they will no longer be in it is breaking my heart. My alarm is set to check on Dad in a couple of hours. Just feel sad and a bit alone.