this weeek i had a some annual leave, two nights off,i finished work monday morn had to deal with a very ill man,i knew he was ill ,i called family in,and went to get boss in to deal with everything ,i cat in a linen cupboard and cried,i feel shit cos i couldnt support family, it wasnt the mans face who looked back at me,it was our little man, i bottled,i was shit.my mates at work are great the man went to hospital and died,he was a lovely man, he swore like a trooper he died monday