|Some of you will recall that my older brother is in aged-care, and has been so since November 2011, when he suffered a mentally debilitating stroke. He turns 70 next year. I used to visit every fortnight, but as my walking deteriorates, I now manage every three weeks. These shots were taken on the Monday of the recent long-weekemd.|
I no longer worry about him absconding, or being lonely, or confused, He has another lady-friend, you see. Her name is Rosemary. She is as talkative as he is silent. They make a good couple. Seek each other out, and walk the corridors, hand-in-hand. Even the staff say he is a wonderful person. A good man. Not sure what that means. However, Rosemary is most definite that she loves him. He just smiles, and nods his head. I have taken to chatting with them for a while, and then walking down to the lily ponds with him. I think he enjoys the exercise, and the getting out. I try to discover a different pathway each time.
On the way back to his facility, we stopped at a picnic table and took a photo of each other. I put the camera on Auto for him and left my own settings. Don't worry about my eyes: I suffer increasingly from conjunctivitis which can close both eyes within minutes. Chlorsig will open them again within 24 hours.
Barry's aged-care facility (high care) is set within a Retirement Village with gorgeous gardens. We wander the lanes, and occasionally a sprig will fall into my bag! I think this one is called "Old Man's Beard". I don't have a sprig of it yet. But it intrigues Baz.