My mother had another stint in hospital following a stroke which has paralysed her left side.
She can no longer speak, and is being fed hourly through a tube in her nose.
Her periods of wakefulness are mercifully brief.
My father is distressed and heart broken, and not well at all. My Chacha has come to be with him in this difficult hour.
I used the word 'intertwined' for their lives here: some more cheerful memories of my folks.