Wednesday was meant to be. Visiting dad in hospital.
We’d spoken on Saturday, just 4 days earlier. He had a cough, and when I mentioned it he said ( as usual) ‘It’s not the cough that carries you off, it’s the coffin they carry you off in’. One of his sayings he’s said over many years. We had a good conversation. Later that day he became unwell.
So I decided I wanted to go on Wednesday, & I’m so glad I did.
It’s difficult to collect my thoughts with Josh sat behind me watching Frank Spencer in ‘Some Mothers Do Have ’em’. So I will say no more about Wednesday- an awful day, but how wonderful I got to see dad one more time. Take that last photo, have one more kiss. He waved from his bed. It was uplifting.