Had better days

With so much sadness in the world, I'm always amazed that people want to add a bit more by being mean.
The day started off with a bit of an upset, as while I was sitting peacefully on my bed administrating my drugs, Oliver called to say that my mother had fell again and he'd meet me over at her bungalow.
It's always a horrible moment as you want to run straight over there, but I know that I have to get my oxygen sorted etc, as I would be no use to anyone otherwise.
Luckily she had just slipped off her bed again when she went to climb back in it and the actual bed moved because of the castors on the legs. But although she couldn't get up again, she wasn't hurt and was able to press the care call button, who called Oliver and him me.
Even though mother was alright this time, it does give you a horrible feeling of doom as you walk to her front door as to what you are going to find when you open the door.
After we were satisfied that mother was going to be fine and to make sure she had eaten her breakfast and drank her cup of tea, I got myself ready to go to church parade for Remembrance Sunday. Before leaving I made a quick call to one of my siblings about making her bed less mobile by taking off the castors.

Once again because of the sheer number of people wanting to attend, it was held in the village hall and it was still full up with standing room only at the back of the hall.
Two rows in front of me, I noticed a friend's son home on leave from Afghanistan. He looked so smart standing so upright and so grown up if not a little drawn, but as the British Legion mini film rolled on the big screen, I noticed the tears rolling down his face. I think it was at that moment that you realised that there for the grace of God, his face and name wasn't on the remembrance call this time and I said a little prayer that it never would be.
There wasn't many dry eyes in that big old village hall today and I think that only a soulless person could have been unaffected today. I personally found myself putting all that I had in my purse into the collection for the British Legion, who will be helping to fund prosthetic limbs and rehabilitating hospitals for the wounded soldiers, after all I haven't done anything heroic and hopefully I will be getting NHS money spent on me to have new heart and lungs, so I wished I could have given more.

After checking on mother and taking her some treats to cheer her up, I went home and answered my telephone which was ringing as I went in through the front door and got well and truly blasted.
One of my siblings didn't like that I had questioned another sibling on how safe our mother's bed was after the first sibling had taken three out of eight legs off her bed to stop it moving around.
Because I had told the second sibling that I'd better try and get another friend around with a power drill thingie to take the other legs off so it was even... and the second sibling had kindly reported it straight back to the first sibling...so I was yelled at and had the phone slammed down on me...twice.
Ok, slightly over reacting me thinks and thank you sibling two for what seems, a slight bit of stirring. I did call the first one straight back and tried to reason with them and that I was grateful that they has came over, but I was a bit worried that the bed wasn't level.
I was told that from now on I could look after her. I wanted to say, 'well isn't that what I've been doing on a daily basis for years?' but I thought better of it as it might inflame things even more.
But some nasty things were shouted at me before the phone was slammed down for a second time on me.
I am related to a family of divas and this diva is going to sit and have a damn good cry, so please excuse me.

Lots of Love Debbie x