The title says it all. Dad was on end of life care with terminal lung cancer. He'd gone downhill quite rapidly and I had been on holiday for a week with Mum giving me limited updates - she didn't want to upset me. Bless her.
Got back on monday and was making plans to come up. He was poorly last night and I thought right, I need to be there. Headed up. Mum called to say he was going to the hospice tomorrow. She was really upset. I got there and the nurses were being very kind but had said that they felt the end was approaching. He was struggling to breathe and in pain despite painkillers. I called my brother and told him to come. Mum, brother and I all sat with him and chatted around him. His breathing got slower and slower and his colour changed and he slipped away. It was a blessing but my heart is broken.
I called the GP surgery at 6pm as we need someone to verify the death. Ive chased twice since then and no one has come. The nursing team were only interested in the syringe driver. I just want someone to verify his death so that I can tell the funeral parlour as I want him collected with dignity. I have sent Mum to my brothers because the thought of Dad upstairs was upsetting her. Its just me - my partner is down South in our house as we didn't realise it was so critical.
It is rubbish. I just wanted to put it somewhere anonymous.
Dad, you gave me your sense of humour and your love of reading...and probably your dyslexia. We will miss you so much.