Well, the whole putting a brave face on thing didn’t last too long. I did manage a few days of hail fellow, well met, trouser dropping, human trafficking shenanigans but now it’s half past eight it’s fallen away.
Two years ago, around about now, you went to sleep for the last time. You still had a week to live but this was when you went into a coma. On the one hand, it was good to see you without visible pain. Who knows what was going on inside.
I never left your side for the next eight days. Well, I went for a pee, obviously, but the room was en-suite and I left the door open. Sorry about that, by the way. Now where’s that bottle of rum I was saving for next week?