My father passed away this morning.
Salisbury House rang at 6.00am, we assumed it was them when the phone rang, thinking someone had called in sick and they wanted Lib to work. A night staff girl named Joy asked for me so I then knew straight away without her saying that he'd gone. I last saw him on Thursday, he was very weak and could hardly talk. I felt it was the last time I would see him.
Joy said he passed away peacefully in his sleep. I don't have time to write more, I have some commitments.
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