Yesterday afternoon the Doctor came to see John. He talked with John and explained that the fluids and antibiotics and canula were no longer working. John gave his permission for treatment to cease. He will now be kept as comfortable as possible with morphine. Maureen stayed with John in hospital last night.
Ruth and I are now on our way to visit him. Quick update before we go. And I thought I'd share one of my earliest memories of my Dad....
We lived in Old Windsor and it was near Christmas. I was about 2 and had silly habit of falling asleep inside the covers at the bottom of the bed. When I woke I would panic at not being able to find my way back out of bed and would cry for help. Dad came to my rescue. I remember him gathering me up in his arms and taking me to the window of my bedroom. There was snow on the ground and a bus pulled up outside a house on the other side of the street - AND I SAW FATHER CHRISTMAS GET OFF THAT BUS!! This is what Dads do - they make the world a better place.
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