....He had had it for a while and had been told there wasn't much more they could do for him. But they also said he could have a good 2 years left! Clearly not.
He died, alone in hospital as his wife had gone home as they'd had an arguement (she's a bit of a scary woman.....and everyone has had suspicions about her motives since she only married him after he inherited alot from his parents). Anyway.... ARGUING with him as he is lying on his death bed and then storming off in a huff?????
Anyway.... I wasn't that close to him as he spent a lot of years in the army, then when he got ill he wouldn't let anyone visit him. My Mum was very close to him though. It's just so sad.
He was 51, had no children. He was an only child and his Mum and Dad both died in the past 3 yrs. 3yrs ago his Mum (my Aunt Netty) died of bowel cancer, and then 18mths ago his Dad (Uncle Robert) died during heart surgery.
So in 3 yrs that's an entire part of my Mums side of the family just wiped out.... gone.
It has really made me take a step back and see how important being part of a family is.
Just me waffling....