My lovely dad passed away a week ago and our lives have been turned upside down. Eleven weeks, almost to the day, he developed a chest infection and wihin six hours had breathed his last in the Sue Ryder Hospice he spent two weeks in back in November.
Eleven weeks is too short a time to even get used to him having cancer let alone losing him in that time. He was a good man, why him??? Why not some bad bastard who raped…
Well where to start? Maybe the beginning would be a help...
Dad came home from hospital last Thursday evening, what a calamity that was! The ambulance took an hour from the local hospital, 10 minutes away...their SatNav got them lost!!! Dad was so frail and weak that all he wanted was to go to bed. After making him comfortable we left for the night.
Friday morning, I arrived to find him in tears, the news having just…
