Thanks to tony, Baby_Sham, Mamya and cupid for your kind comments yesterday.
Brilliant memories of Dad standing beside me while I played this for him........
Thank you wolf. He wasn't the man I knew and loved since his fall in October. His dementia had become out of control. The only huge regret is that he died in hospital. He should have been at home in his own bed, like my Mum did, but he was too fragile to move.
My dad got up during the night for an antacids and keeled over with a heart attack. I found him the next evening. He didn't have dementia (horrible disease) but was very forgetful. He was 75, my mum was 58 when she died.
How horrible for you to have found him, wolf. My Mum had a heart attack at 58 that should have killed her. With careful medication she managed to live to 78, the longest living member of her family to date. My Dad was 86, the longest living male in his families' history. The women on the other hand all have great longevity.
You're very kind, gness. I only did what I had to. Usually I would have been with him now as I had the night shift, usually from midnight to half eight when my sister got up to take over. All I can say is that it's been very hard work for both of us. He's in a much happier place now.