Hi,
This might be a bit of a post and run, for now. You’ll understand.
I live with my son, who is in his early twenties. We are extremely close. I have a daughter, who lives in the far north, who’s just finishing uni.
Yesterday morning the police came to the house. My son had been walking back to the village after staying with a friend. There was a RTC and he suffered extensive head/brain injuries. They drove me to the hospital in the nearest city.
He is in an induced coma but they said he won’t survive the injuries. My daughter came down. We came home from the hospital last night. We’re going again this morning, after ward round, and they envisage they will be switching off the life support either today or tomorrow.
I don’t know how to end this post. But wanted to tell you. I’m writing this sitting up in his bed. I think I might need the Blue Stocking more than ever as things settle, if they ever do.