It's been a horrible week.
My DH's best friend died this morning, after a month in hospital.
A week ago, it wasn't looking good. Less than a week ago, he was getting better. On Wednesday, it was decided they could do no more and he was put on palliative care.
We went to see him to say Goodbye on Wednesday night, before I travelled to see my Dad in hospital 200 miles away.
I got back very late last night,a couple of hours before he died. I'm glad I was home when DH got the phone call we had been expecting.
Expecting it doesn't make it any easier.
