We lost Dad last night. After saying on Monday that I was not going back to the hospital again, I couldn't not go yesterday. (sorry dad -bad grammar) Mum decided she would like to come too, and Steve insisted on taking us. Dad's eyes were open, but I'm not sure he was there. Still you can't take the chance and we spent time talking to him. Just generally telling him about the day, Everton news and just chatting. I'm now so glad that I went, things will never be the same again.
