With heart in mouth, I took dad up his final bits and bobs this afternoon. He was grateful to get his DVD's, (and his teeth), was watching the golf on his own telly, was given a dram which he appreciated, and chatted on as if nothing had happened untoward in the past few days. We were lucky. We caught him in a good moment.
If only it could be like this all the time, but we know that a visit two hours later could have produced a very different scenario! Day at a time, Kenny! Day at a time!