9th September 1982
Post date: 14-Oct-2015 15:46:19
A long day at the hospital. They rang me in the early hours to say Dad wasn't likely to last the day. So I went straight in and sat with him on the ward. I don't know if he knew I was there. By noon I was wondering if I ought to go into work after all. There seemed to be no change in his condition and I didn't seem to be helping at all. but I stayed and I was glad I did because he did open his eyes once or twice and he may have seen me - I don't know.
Anyway, it's all over now. Johns called in on his way home - just after the doctor confirmed that Dad had died. He offered to come home with me, or to have me stay with them, but I could see he was relieved when I said "no". His second is due any time and they've got enough to worry about without me.