I don't know when I'll get a chance to check emails and blogs, for a while. Dad was readmitted to Palliative care a week ago, and I have just had word that the Doctors don't expect him to last much longer. I am flying up on the first available flight tomorrow, until I don't know when.
Dad being as tough as he is, he could yet prove them wrong, and we have already said our goodbyes, but I really want - I really need - to be there. For myself. And for Mum.
Funny how when I am there with him, I can let him go and understand that he wants to go. And I'm OK with that. There are still tears, but laughter as well.
But when I am home here, there is no laughter and no feeling of wanting to let go. He's my Dad! I can't imagine the world without him. The tears are all pain. And I hurt, even as I am writing this.
So I need to be there, for him, for me, for my emotional sanity.
Please remember us in your prayers - that we all find the strength we need to face this.
Hugs to you all, and thanks for your support.