I've been to see my Dad this afternoon. As soon as I got there I was collared by one of the carers, who told me that although Dad had eaten "a good lunch" today he has been refusing food for several days. I would have been more surprised if she had said he'd got out of bed and been dancing on the tables.
In February when Dad was in hospital I never imagined he'd still be here now. I am going away on Monday for 10 weeks. It's bittersweet, supposed to be the holiday of a lifetime, but I am half prepared to be called home for his funeral.
I told him this afternoon that I didn't want him to be around when I get home, but it was so hard to leave him. What I actually wanted to do was lie on the bed and give him a great big cuddle.
Everyone is telling me (and I know it's true) that he'd want me to go away and have a wonderful time, but I know all the while he's in that room there's going to be a little bit of me sitting with him, waiting...
I know all of you on here will understand x
In February when Dad was in hospital I never imagined he'd still be here now. I am going away on Monday for 10 weeks. It's bittersweet, supposed to be the holiday of a lifetime, but I am half prepared to be called home for his funeral.
I told him this afternoon that I didn't want him to be around when I get home, but it was so hard to leave him. What I actually wanted to do was lie on the bed and give him a great big cuddle.
Everyone is telling me (and I know it's true) that he'd want me to go away and have a wonderful time, but I know all the while he's in that room there's going to be a little bit of me sitting with him, waiting...
I know all of you on here will understand x