My Dad

Since the last post, quite a lot of water has gone under the bridge.

When Mum died, for quite a long time my Dad would cry when he was talking about her.  He missed her terribly.

After struggling on bravely for a while, on the 24th of September he passed away at home.

At the time of his death, he was recovering from a broken hip, he couldn't see very much, he couldn't breath without regular help from a machine, he had various inflammations and was feeling very lonely.
On balance, it's fair to say that he felt that it was time to go...perhaps to meet up with Mum.  I hope so.

Go well Dad.