Another retrospective post, but I'm forcing myself to keep on track!
September 6th at 4.15 in the afternoon my mum & sister call to tell me Dad's had a hemorrhage in the night and he's in hospital. As my mum and sister work together, my mum couldn't get away with not telling her as she'd notice her absence. They tell me there's nothing to worry about and it's all ok. Still - it's 45 minutes until I finish work. I…
So I'm writing this a few months after the events I'm going to note down. I don't want to have an actual tangible record of this horrid time of our lives, but I feel it's important to keep a note somewhere - here on this site seemed like a good option.
Dad had some trouble with his liver last year (April 2015). He lost his Dad, and he took it very very hard. Less than a week later he'd ended up in hospital…
