I see a mother and daughter at a gambling table. She’s rolled a dice and won and she’s over the moon. All the pieces at the bottom, I have no idea, they are so excited, they seem excited and with their winnings they would buy something they’d want to buy. The only thing you could do is produce some money for the coffin. They’d have to get some money. The mother would support the daughter, always, I’m sure she would. Well if you had some money you could give it to her or have a raffle or something. It depends what the mother’ financial affairs are like, it wouldn’t be easy. If she needed something for her home or the daughters’ home she would buy it. Could be, she’d buy something for the child, begin a bank account and encourage others and relations to just help a little. They both put their hands in the air and said Yippee, they are both feeling great joy. “YES WE’VE WON.” I don’t know what it would be, both full of grin and laughing. There’s something on the table they didn’t like, cups and saucers. They’d collect their winning and go home, yeah that’ll do. They live around here somewhere and they both seem to be enjoying themselves.
(This story was create by the residents of Carinya Dementia Unit at St.Joseph’s Hospital)