Back home, now, but we're just down the road. Plenty of family there, ready to give me the call. I took a photo, as it might be the last time I see him alive, and he looks like something from a prisoner of war camp. I felt guilty about taking it, for some reason, but of course I should, he's my dad. He could last another day or two, maybe just a few hours, what do you do in these situations? I'm telling work I won't be in tomorrow, but not sure what to do next. Fucking head's all over the place. Luckily, I've got the best wife and child in the world. This is not the thread for this kind of stuff, but he's not in the 'Death List' yet. Not yet...
Thanks for all the thoughts. Fucking hell, it's fucking hard, isn't it? Fuck.
