My Dad passed away last week after an illness. I was there holding his hand and sat with him after until the undertakers collected him. Towards the last week of his life he was rapidly deteriorating. All I keep thinking of is him laying there so frail and unrecognisable and agitated and asking to be poisoned, will the image of how he used to look ever come back to me? I keep listening to his voicemails and all I want is to look at my phone screen and see ‘Dad Calling’ My heart feels like it’s breaking and every morning I’ve been waking up hoping it’s a bad dream.