Today has been much the same as yesterday in that I haven't been doing a great deal. Grandfather has continued to improve although not enough to leave the sofa yet. I've said to him several times how he needs to drink and maybe try something to eat but he wasn't interested in eating at all and would only take small amounts of warmed water. Then this morning Ms Oliver came to visit him to see how he was and she suggested having a slice of toast to him and he jumped at the idea like as if it was the first chance he got offered anything to eat, so that was annoying. When she left she told me to make sure I looked after him. I'm trying not to think to much into that comment.
I've been toying with the idea of phoning my parents seen as it's nearly a year since I last spoke to any of them but I'm a bit scared if I'm honest. Scared of their reaction. I think in my mind I'm hopeful that time has healed some of the feelings and I could maybe make a return but I find the thought of that not being the case would be so painful that I am better off not knowing. As grandfather is a bit more mellow than usual at the moment I asked what he thought about the idea and his reply was simply, 'How often have they contacted you since you came here'?
I hate it when he asks questions that he already knows the answer to.
I guess I will leave it a while longer.
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