I am going to sleep in the arm chair by my dad's bed today in his care home. He has end stage parkinsons and had a stroke. He has been having horrible vomiting and I am awaiting the doctors to change his syringe driver sickness meds.
He has been declining for a while, but now is very much end of life. Sleeping all the time.
I have times when I feel pragmatic about it as he has suffered bravely for so long. But tonight I just felt so sad i couldnt leave him.
I am holding his hand and watching him sleep and cannot imagine a world without him