I got 'the phone call' from the Hospital at 9.45pm tonight....raced to get Mom round to look after my daughter and then raced to the Hospital. Got to the Ward at 10.14pm....2 minutes too late....can you believe it? You were still warm as I hugged and kissed you and my tears soaked your face....I just couldn't believe you were really actually dead.
I'm gutted, so gutted I wasn't there to hold your hand as you slipped away. There's only me, Mom and my 5 year old daughter so we've been there as much as we can - just can't believe I missed you by just a few minutes. At least there was a Nurse there with you so you weren't totally alone - but after a lifetime of looking after me I'm so sorry I couldn't have been there to help you pass over. I was there till 6.30pm tonight and although things were going down hill I had no idea they would go so fast or else of course I would have stayed.
No one could have been a better Daddy than you....you've been so brave, never complained and the indignities and experiences you have had to go through are traumatic beyond words. I don't know how I will ever put the pieces of my life back together and go on after this. I feel broken - totally torn apart and I don't know how I will carry on with the memories I carry of the last few weeks and months.
Daddy, Daddy I wish it could all have been so different - I would have done anything to have stopped what you went through. I love you, I love you, I love you. Rest in Peace my lovely Dad.
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