I went to see my Dad today and he's a little better than last night but he's going downhill. He said last night "what kind of life is this, lying here all day puking and filling my pants!" It is just so hard to watch the life slowly drain out of your Dad day after day and there's nothing you can do to stop it. I just try to be there as much as I can. He's not just my Dad he's my good friend, someone I can talk to about anything and everything, soon he'll be gone. But, despite everything, he's still got his sense of humour. He told me he's thinking of asking for a raise "I think I should be paid what I'm worth!". Time to go, I feel a good cry coming on.
