From a completely opposite POV, my dad had only been in the care home for a few weeks when he passed away in the early hours of Sunday morning.
We'd been through so much stress for so long that I stupidly forgot to change the settings on my phone to allow their calls. Mum's deaf so between us we didn't find out until it was too late.
It's not what I'd have chosen in a million years, I always imagined I would be there when the inevitable happened but I made peace with it very quickly.
There was only a very short gap between them making the first phone call and him slipping away.
I'd have had to wrangle mum and doing that and us both being there would have been midnight boggling stressful.
Dad had someone with him, they told him we were coming, I suspect the whole scenario was considerably more peaceful than had we been there on time.
I didn't cope at all with seeing my dad in the Chapel of remembrance so on the whole I think it worked out right for all of us.
In other news, having been all quiet on the Western front, I had a call from the Lifeline people at 1am. Turned out mum had got disorientated making her way to the lightswitch in the dark after turning off the tree lights, reached for the wall in the completely wrong place, tumbled over and hit her cheekbone on the coffee table.
They put in a call for paramedics and she was triaged but by 4am all we wanted was bed so cancelled the call out.
She's fine physically but the level of disorientation is worrying. She initially told me she fell at the foot of the stairs, but I spotted her bag and water bottle by the TV and she'd knocked over stuff on the coffee table so had obviously fallen there...it's nowhere near the stairs....