I was with him, with my mum and two of my brothers, from Friday 3.30 p.m. until half past midnight when we left mum so she could get some sleep and spend the night with dad.
He died just after 4.00 a.m.
I felt crap that we had left mum for just a few hours.
I spent a lot of time on Saturday sitting in dad's room with him and the family - chatting and laughing.
I found that strange. I couldn't laugh whilst we were waiting for the undertakers to come.
I guess we all react differently.
It also occurred to me that this was the first time I had been with all my siblings in the same room for years.
Back at home later on Saturday I went through the photo albums.
I found these....
But only this one of me and my dad...
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