Had a great day with my Dad today. He's been 'tidying' (air quotes) his house, which means about 20 years of junk is now scattered round his house.
I took the day off work and we took a car load to the tip. I'm my fathers daughter though and was rescuing things as we went along, things that will now clutter my house instead!
Also convinced him to take a look at a suite at DFS, which he actually bought! Now his bum can sit in comfort for the duration. He deserves some comfort. We laughed when the guy told us about the ten year guarantee on it, didn't have the heart to tell him that no my dad wasn't actually strong as an ox and wouldn't outlive him or why.
Just watched something on the telly where a father died. It was awful, and graphic and it scared me. I'm scared that I'll be there, scared that I won't, and most of all scared that my Dad has to go through it.
Really really unfair :(
I read a post from someone on here recently, so positive about her daughter and her treatment to come. It made me think about how much moaning we do, how it is hard to keep the bad thoughts away. I think that I'm going to make the effort to see the good side more.
Happy thoughts people!
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