This time last year Dad had been moved on to a ward. Mum was still trying to get them to give a Creon tablet with the first mouthful of food, but they kept giving it to him at random times.
At this stage, we thought Dad would be OK. We were looking at homes for Dad to be moved into, ideally one where Mum could move in as well.
Dad started to get a bit confused, and of course we wondered if he had a urinary infection. Sometimes he seemed reasonably OK, other times he was not with us at all. Occasionally, he was delirious.
Mum was there almost every day
Messaging apps are great at helping me see what was going on when. The ups and downs are heartbreaking.
What's most heartbreaking of all, is that we still believed Dad would be coming home
