Looking death in the face
Over the last year I've had a lot of death close to me, my old bf @Fran63 dying unexpectedly, my old AA sponsor having a huge unexpected heart attack.
I connected with my old foster dad Mr McBride a while ago. I've seen him a couple of times since and was planning to see him when I spend Christmas in London. But Saturday his son called me and said "He might not make Christmas".
I drove up through the wind and rain yesterday. I thought him so frail last time I saw him but he was 10 times worse. Still has all his mental faculty. His skin looked almost see through. He's got pneumonia but doesn't want to go to hospital and therefore why he's not likely to be around for long.
We talked and laughed and he got breathless and then talked and laughed some more and I held his hand for all the time I could. The care home staff are fantastic I couldn't do thier job and still be so cheerful. They kept bringing tea, biscuits and cakes.
After several hours but I felt not long enough I had to leave. I gave him the best hug you can someone lying in a hospital type bed and who's so frail.
I stood, at the door with rain battering down and finally says my sorries to his son who used to hate me when I brought his parents so much worry. He hugged me and said "The past is the past. I'm so grateful you've seen dad and made him happy".
Death seems all around and almost like it's taunting me this year.
I connected with my old foster dad Mr McBride a while ago. I've seen him a couple of times since and was planning to see him when I spend Christmas in London. But Saturday his son called me and said "He might not make Christmas".
I drove up through the wind and rain yesterday. I thought him so frail last time I saw him but he was 10 times worse. Still has all his mental faculty. His skin looked almost see through. He's got pneumonia but doesn't want to go to hospital and therefore why he's not likely to be around for long.
We talked and laughed and he got breathless and then talked and laughed some more and I held his hand for all the time I could. The care home staff are fantastic I couldn't do thier job and still be so cheerful. They kept bringing tea, biscuits and cakes.
After several hours but I felt not long enough I had to leave. I gave him the best hug you can someone lying in a hospital type bed and who's so frail.
I stood, at the door with rain battering down and finally says my sorries to his son who used to hate me when I brought his parents so much worry. He hugged me and said "The past is the past. I'm so grateful you've seen dad and made him happy".
Death seems all around and almost like it's taunting me this year.
