For my Dad
Sunday, August 24, 2008 @ 12:29 PM
The hardest thing about moving to Spain was leaving my Dad, but we spoke often on the phone and when he was in hospital I came back to visit him. He was always so keen to hear how we were getting on and when I was back in Sheffield visiting he was always telling me to fly back to Spain, as that was where my life is now.
Well, the benefits of only being a couple of hours away could not have been more apparent than when I phoned him last week and realised how poorly he sounded. I was booked on a flight and back with him at home within a few hours. It meant I could have a last cup of coffee and a chat with him before he went to sleep for the last time.
Anyone with family and friends who you've always been meaning to ring but never got round to it, ring them today for me - you never know when it will be too late.
I know my Dad was happy to see how well we had settled in Spain, he was pleased at how much my health has improved since we moved here and I know he had total faith in Neil to look after me - Dad's job was done and he could finally slip away as he wanted to, in his sleep with me there to look after him.
Sleep well Dad.