February - 2026

She Ain't Heavy, She's My Mother

Mum decided to move into my home in 2017, a year after Dad passed away. She was in her early 90s with the first signs of dementia. Instead of feeling burdened, I saw this move as a gift — an opportunity to care for her and share these years together.

These posts capture that precious time: mum living in my ‘share home’ with family members, housemates and guests, supported, appreciated and surrounded by love. The stories also offer a glimpse into the daily joys and challenges of caring for a loved one.

'All about Marysia' also includes stories from her earlier life -- pre-war, the war, and post war years.

Today mum is over a century old.

And off I go to heaven

10.2.26 Monday My car is packed. I say goodbye to Coby and the wwoofers, Charlie and Valden. I choose a podcast and set off on the hour-and-a-quarter drive to our hut. I’m excited. I can’t remember the last time I was there on my own. Gil knows how stressed I get when I can’t get on top of my work. I need quiet time. My household is usually full of travellers and tenants, and it’s a challenge to find that peace. I manage though. Sort of. But Gil kept insisting. Go to the hut

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She Ain't Heavy, She's My Mother

And off I go to heaven