Today it is eight years since John had his stroke. The week has also included Valentine’s Day.
John and I didn’t usually make a big deal about Valentine’s Day but that year he planned a weekend away. So we went the weekend before.
We had a beautiful room in the Blue Mountains looking straight down the Jamieson Valley. The weather wasn’t brilliant and the valley was full of clouds and fog. All part of being in the mountains.
We sat on the balcony on the Sunday morning and watched as the weather cleared and the glorious vista came into view.
John reminded me that I used to sing the lullaby “Down In The Valley” to our children to put them to sleep. I had completely forgotten because the children were by then young adults and it had been so long ago. It was lovely sitting there and being reminded.
Ten days later I sang that lullaby to him in the ICU so that the sedatives could be kept to a minimum. One nurse said, “keep on singing, it works.”
If he hadn’t reminded me of it the week before I doubt that I’d have thought of it. It’s a bittersweet memory for me.
Here’s a link to the song for those of you who don’t know it.