Yeah, back in January I went to see dad on the Thursday night. He was in hospital with pneonomia and was using an oxygen mask but he was fine – he was fully expected to make a full recovery. I sat and chatted, as we always did, about rubbish – just footie and the like. I gave him a hug and walked away. I looked back and through the window and he waved back at me, his slightly toothless grin (a couple of dentures weren’t in). A small nagging part of me said to myself ‘please be around to see your grand-daughters’ but I pushed it to the back of my head and told myself not to be silly, not to be the drama-queen.
That was about 9pm. The following morning I got a call from my mum at 9am telling me he was dead.
It still hurts like hell that I was the last relative to see him alive and I never said goodbye properly. Still he went peacefully in his sleep.
Please make the most of the precious time you can still have with your dad and wave him off as well as you can cope with.