My dad died early on Friday morning. He had been ill for many years with Motor Neurone Disease and looked very poorly at Christmas when his grandson, John, of the same name, was born on Christmas Day.
We knew he might not live much longer but it was still a shock to receive a phone call on Thursday tea-time to say he had deteriorated very quickly and may not last the night.
He died in St Oswald’s hospice in Newcastle where he had been a regular patient in their day centre every Wednesday. Their superb care was exceptional and my mum was able to be with him at the end, which thankfully was not as protracted as we’d feared.
Dougie, Rory and I drove up to Newcastle on Saturday. They have returned home this afternoon to go back to work and school tomorrow. I’m staying up with Mum for a bit longer to sort out funeral arrangements, though today we seem to have spent the day rummaging through old photos and reminiscing about a wonderful man.
I feel I can’t write much at the moment but will be back soon.