Just wanting to share a little of what's happening around here at the moment. Dad, like so many others in his nursing home, and every other nursing home, talked about wanting to go home almost endlessly. I felt so wretched that I couldn't grant his wish, and wretched that when he went into care it was through emergency respite ... things had deteriorated to such an extent and I'd struggled to get help for him, so much, that what finally happened in February this year was that he'd been "wandering" without proper clothing and generally being at risk. In the end social services got him a respite place, I took his hand and took him there, and he never came home. Now he's died I've decided to bring him home. He's coming back about 10am tomorrow morning and will stay while we go to the funeral at 3pm. Fortunately I was just at the stage with sorting his house out that it was more or less cleared and clean, but yet up for sale. We've got flowers, and photos, and candles and his favourite music, and his favourite things in the room for him. The garden is tidy and I'm hoping his favourite house plant will open the bud it has and flower for him. I'm a bit anxious about it all, and that it goes right .......but it feels a good thing to do.