I got the call on Tuesday April 26, 2022, that Dad was going downhill. I wrote down these notes as I was talking to the doctor. Lung infection. Anaemic. Breathless. Morphine. I was told to get to his bedside in Beechworth, North Eastern Victoria, as soon as possible.
Beautiful piece, Adam. He sounds like a terrific bloke and I'm sure he was. My dad went out through the dementia door - a long, slow drawn-out goodbye so that by the end, neither of us knew who the other was. Funny, a year or so ago when moving I found a cassette (remember them) in the bottom of a box - my dad's old answering machine tape. Managed to find something to play it on and hearing his voice as I had remembered it before the disease took him away bit by bit was terribly moving. Goodbyes are important and sounds like you had a good one. Funny when the last of our parent's goes and this voice somewhere calls out to us: 'next please! - just wait here behind this line, we'll call you when ready...'
Beautiful piece, Adam. He sounds like a terrific bloke and I'm sure he was. My dad went out through the dementia door - a long, slow drawn-out goodbye so that by the end, neither of us knew who the other was. Funny, a year or so ago when moving I found a cassette (remember them) in the bottom of a box - my dad's old answering machine tape. Managed to find something to play it on and hearing his voice as I had remembered it before the disease took him away bit by bit was terribly moving. Goodbyes are important and sounds like you had a good one. Funny when the last of our parent's goes and this voice somewhere calls out to us: 'next please! - just wait here behind this line, we'll call you when ready...'
Loved this one Adam. You write beautifully about him.
Appreciate it when you share your humour, and your pain. Take care of you today <3
Beautiful Adam - he sounds like quite a guy, and I am very sorry for your loss.