Mum has no idea who anyone is now. She won't eat anywhere but the pub they go to everyday, and even then only the egg, hash browns and corn on the cob child size meal on a plastic plate (bless them, the pub are still going to do this for her on christmas day).
I've bought her a purring kitten toy.
My wonderful, intelligent, mum who was so excited 12 years ago to spend christmas with her first grandchild. She loved buying really thoughtful presents, and we always exchanged books as she loved to read more than anything.
And my formerly strong, fix anything, wheeler dealer of a father knows who I am, but can barely walk 5 metres, and its testament to the skills of the nursing team that his legs are still attached though oozing. He's really not interested in me or his grandson, and if I miss a call he starts getting paranoid about it and accusing me of all sorts. Inc that DH and I had split up as it was only DHs voice on the answerphone...
We'll see them for a couple of hours on boxing day as they can't cope for much longer, and I'll have a cry in the evening thinking of the past. But I have to keep it together for ds as he finds it distressing too.
Anyone else in this sort of situation?