I asked Maureen this morning if there was anything she wanted to add to the blog. Tears sprang to her eyes and she said "Just that our hearts are breaking. Sitting here day after day is so painful. A sudden death is such a painful shock, but this is unbearable. the only positive about this whole thing is that we have each other and how wonderful the staff are here at the hospital."

She has been staying at the Arran War Memorial Hospital. At around 10:30 I encouraged her to go home, get a change of clothes, a change of scene.

At around 13:15 Angus Adamson arrived. He is the minister and friend of dad. "How are you today?" he asked. "Angry" I replied. "Oh dear, tell me what is wrong?" he asked. "Isn't that one of the stages of grief?" I asked.
I was sitting holding Dad's hand. Angus sat opposite me. I reached forward for his hand, "I am not a believer" I stated, "but I want to thank you for the comfort and support you have offered dad and the family. Thank you so much Angus".
He grasped my hand and put his other hand on dad's shoulder, he said a beautiful pray, dad exhaled.

Dad was gone.