And so did you. Everything about your death was horrible but it was at its worst when you forgot you were dying.  And then you remembered. It was like being crushed over and over again.  One time when the therapets came to the hospice and you started talking about what kind of dog you were going to get when you came home.  And then you remembered. We wept.

Anyway, my dear, here’s another meaningless thank you.



St Columba’s Hospice Tribute Fund for Linda Hamilton