My dad was diagnosed with an untreatable brain tumour a few days before Christmas, after suddenly becoming ill.
I can't cry. (Well, except for a week last Tuesday when it looked like the final moments were upon us and the pathos of the situation got to me.) I've "nearly" cried a few times, but it's just come out like a dry sob - like when you try to be sick, but haven't got anything left to bring up.…
