My relative died in the small hours of this morning; it was always just a question of time and therefore expected, but the numb feeling is very real - the sheer finality of it.
Unfortunately, the hospital let us down again: one of the family went to visit him this afternoon, not knowing he had died because no-one remembered to tell us.
I feel so sad his final days were filled with unnecessary confusion and pain. If he'd not been discharged to his home, with its four flights of stairs, while clearly unable to walk, he wouldn't have broken his hip the next day and laid on the floor for goodness knows how long before his neighbour found him.
Sorry for the rant. I need to write it down.