Hello all looking for a bit of tea and sympathy. Ian normally fairly resilient to what life chucks st me but I'm scraping the barrel today. Yesterday I went to see my dad and he was snoozing on his bed as is becoming increasingly common. He became incontinent while I was there which was upsetting. The care staff then asked me if there was any chance I could try and ascertain his wishes and feelings about end of life. Not sure why yesterday unless it was like an annual review as he's lived there just twelve months. Anyway the only response I could get was he didn't care he wouldn't be there bless him. It just knocked me for six having to try and get this conversation going. Today a valued colleague and all round beautiful person passed away. She was a foster mum of 3 as well as a brilliant social worker to many children. She was early fifties. It was quick she was in work last week. Oh both ends of the spectrum when it comes to death. I am sad for the living and sad for the dying. Even my usual black humour is failing me today x