Tag Archives: old age

An act of mercy ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on July 28, 2018 by Sue Vincent

His face was as stony as the rocky outcrop at the top of the hill. I wondered if his heart was made of similar granite. Since Mum had passed he hadn’t shed a tear. My sisters and I had gathered … Continue reading →

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Avenue of Peace – Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on May 22, 2018 by Sue Vincent

And now the light at the end of the avenue calls, the journey almost complete. At one end, back that way, new seeds are growing, young saplings stretching from the earth to which I must return. Once young myself, I … Continue reading →

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Robotic carers? What next? #carersweek

Posted on May 14, 2018 by Sue Vincent

“Robots to look after elderly in care homes…” That was the only bit of the headline that I saw as I dived out of the shop this morning on my way to work. As a carer. Granted, the implication was … Continue reading →

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Dusk -Michael #writephoto

Posted on February 26, 2018 by Sue Vincent

He’d reached that time of life where his sunset hadn’t happened, but he certainly considered he was enduring the dusk stage of life. His lights were fading but he preferred to think of it as a part of his day … Continue reading →