Dreadful Thoughts and Dreams of a Chaotic Pisckie Priest in the West of Scotland
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Dad was poorly tonight. Got nothing from him at all. No response. Just wanted to sleep. I had been harbouring some hope that he may still have a slow recovery and could snatch back some quality of life, somehow, but tonight I know that's unlikely. My prayer would be that he goes quickly and painlessly now.