I do realize that two weekdays have passed since my last post… A rarity for me since I committed to post 5-6 times a week in this blog…
But stuff’s happening, and not all good.
It’s currently almost 2.30am here in Oz and I’m sitting beside my father’s palliative care bed, while my mother is napping on the (I suspect) somewhat uncomfortable sofa bed in the corner of the room.
We were called here at 10pm last evening, but we’ve been thinking it has been coming for days.
It’s not gonna be good and it will end the tumultuous journey my family’s been on over the last few weeks.
That’s all for now as I’m on duty and need to stop typing on my iPhone and hold my father’s hand in mine….