Yesterday, two of Anthony’s nieces visited us at the nursing home.
It’s only lately that I have realised how important it is to take photos of Anthony with the various friends and relatives who visit. I’m astounded that I haven’t taken more photos of Ants with Ming, with my mother (who often visits him on my behalf), the regular visitors, occasional visitors, the wonderful carers!
My reluctance to take photos is partly to do with people’s privacy; partly to do with savouring the moments rather than trying to capture them on camera; but mostly because I don’t want to post photos of Anthony that are unflattering. After all, he was always rather vain about his appearance. When I showed him the photo I posted a couple of days ago (of him and me), he remarked, “Who is the old idiot?”
If it weren’t for the nieces yesterday, I would never have realised how important these photographs are. I will now coerce the staff to take heaps and heaps of photos of us! My camera is on charge.
Today, I stayed home for a break, and my amazing mother visited Ants and rang me from his room.
Meg: Here he is, darling.
Anthony: Hi Jules.
Me: What do you want for tea?
Anthony: Some hot, hot …
Anthony: Not ….
Me: What about crayfish or prawns?
Anthony: Save for tomorrow.
Meg: He is fine, darling. Are you?
Me: Yes and thank you, Mama!
Of course the above is a compressed version of a dialogue filled with pauses, and impossible to capture via photography.
But I have decided to ask the various staff members who have become my friends to take photos of Anthony and me.