And I have ignored the blogging, even though it gives me time to reflect.
Today, I maybe need to reflect. It looks like dad is dying, and my visit today was to a bed in his care home which has brilliantly transformed into hospice mode. They are fantastic and I made the decision to keep him there rather than being transferred to a hospital.
My mum died on Holy Tuesday.
Jack is strong, though, and he may last for weeks and months yet, but today it didn't look like that.
I remember the strong man who worked on the tools, provided for his family, and loved my mum and each of his children equally. He is still strong, although lying in a bed with no recognition, and morphine to take away some pain.
He may well recover, our Jack, for he has had more comebacks than Lazarus, but I fear this may be the beginning of the end.
Say a wee prayer for him, and for Jacqueline, Gale, Graham and me.