I'm going to see my Dad soon - I feel bad but I've not been in a while because of various other things popping up.
I had a horrible nightmare last night that first I was on a bus trip with DH, then my Dad turned up on the bus trip. In the dream he could move but was very confused (in real life he can't move and hasn't really been reacting to his surroundings for many months).
The bus trip turned into a Game of Thrones type wedding (?) and we had to leave Dad as a hostage, and I was wondering if it'd be better if he got killed.
Urrrrgh, horrible and I was so upset when I woke up.
I think all the stuff about the war in Ukraine is stirring it all up in my mind, - it was just short of three years ago, when the war started that he had the last near end of life event (perforated bowel) where my mum was determined to keep him alive then send a message praising God when he had a turd.
It was not long after Russia bombed the maternity hospital in Ukraine I remember rolling my eyes and thinking God should sort out his priorities rather than intervening to save an octogenarian with an incurable and degenerative health condition.