In my blog of the 22nd January 2014 titled, ‘Peter and his indomitable spirit.’ I wrote regarding my grandson, “[…] despite the difficulties Peter would purposely throw the straps of the bag which contained his driver (his morphine and medication distributor) over his shoulder and with feeding tube in place and a catheter bag around his ankle.[…]” When it was time for Peter to go to Hospital he would grab his Back-Pack and issue orders. “I need to take a protein drink and my balloons and this is what I want to put in my wrap.” With that he would list the ingredients he would use to make up his wrap once at the hospital. As soon as he was packed our bossy little boy would march toward the front door with a determined look on his face and say,” C’mon Mum, let’s go.”
On Tuesday night we had a ‘Peter revisited’ moment. The boys had come for a sleepover, it was Luke’s first time but he was not happy with sleeping on the couch. We explained that it was the couch or he would have to go home to sleep. We were not prepared to move the older children. Fortunately, eight year old Michael generously offered to sleep on the couch. All sorted? Not on your life! Three and a half year old Luke gave us the same determined ‘Peter look’ and announced, “I’m Going home to Mummy.” He walked over to his back pack, slung it over his shoulder while grabbing a pair of jocks beside it and asking for his tiny toy aeroplane. “I want to go home to Mummy,” he repeated as he walked towards the door. We tried to reason with him but to no avail; he was resolute. On Wednesday morning he went to his Mum back-pack in hand. “I’m going back to Grandma’s,” He declared. However, he had met his match. He stayed home.
We will never forget our Peter! However, should his memory ever slip from our minds we will always have Luke to remind us. It seems!