Friday, 4 July 2008

My Dad

I have sat down to write this quite a few times over the last month, but have done something else, anything else.

My dear Father died on the 25th May. There was really nothing major wrong with him, his body just seemed to gradually shut down, it started early this year but accelerated after a fall where he hit his head and ended up with half a dozen stitches, towards the end of March. He was in hospital for a month and then came home for a week and a half.

Moira and Derek were especially wonderful in looking after him.

Spread your Wings and Soar