One of mom's favorite sayings at the end of a day when it was time for bed. Well i think dad's finally saying [ lets call it a day!]. He has been refusing food and drink for a week. No way can i get him to eat. He has a chest infection, and thrush in his mouth. This is been treated with a spray and some other medication. He's slightly coherent, at the beginning he said his throat wasn't sore, then yesterday he said it was. He has been bed bound since November, when he came through phenomena, and back to us. Trouble is i have mixed feelings, i know he's got no life now, and i want him to be out of his misery, but he didn't seem in pain till these last few days with his sore throat, he just seems to be gradually slipping away. But at the same time I'm saying no I'm not ready for you to go yet, even though i thought he should have gone in November. I can't quite understand my feelings now know the time is near.