Tuesday, February 24, 2009

You've got mail...

A letter from arrives and I open it to find newspapers clippings about pensioners. Across the picture in large, shaky printing:

PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!


3 comments:

elanor said...

Hi Robert, I guess I shouldn't just leave it hanging like that should I :)
When I opened it I felt awful, I really did. the thought of her being afraid and alone is probably the worst feeling for me.

I rang her and she was happy and settled,she chatted and laughed. I don't think she has any memory of sending it. I guess she was feeling frightened when she read the stories about pensioners and the financial crisis. she didn't say anything about money so I decided not to ask her about the letter. I've been trying to speak to the care manager but haven't been able to get her so far.

I guess she is just going to get even more confused each time she writes to me.

Greg said...

Yikes! That's a shocking thing to receive - I think my hair would have turned white on getting that one. It's the sort of thing I'd hang on to for ages and torture myself with. My friends think I'm crazy to do this but I've got some totemic nasty letters from my Mum I got in the late 80s that I still get out now and then.

I'm glad you were reassured by her chat and laughter when you rang. With such a terse message it's shockingly easy to read all your fears of abuse into it when, as you say, it might just be that she wanted to know her finances were safe. I had a phone message on my machine once where Mum only said "This isn't working" and it took me an hour of worrying that she wanted to be taken out of the Care Home before I realised she had been talking to the staff member who had helped her make the call and was only telling her that I wasn't there - it was the CALL that wasn't working...

You see? I'm tensed up now over something that wasn't anything in the first place.... I think I'll go and lie down :D

citygirl said...

I would have been horrified to see that in the mail. Like Greg, I would have kept it just to torment myself for years to come.

My mom once called her old house number (which we kept on while we figured out what to do with her house/etc). All she said was "Hello" many times. I felt sick listening to it. It almost felt like a call from the grave as she was so far gone by then that it was like she "came back" for a moment.