As some of you will know, my Dad died on Tuesday after a short illness.
He’d been ill with pulmonary fibrosis for a few months, and although he’d been in and out of hospital he’d been able to have a pretty good quality of life up until the last week or two, when his condition deteriorated quickly. But he didn’t suffer, and you can’t ask for too much more.
He was 79 years old, and had had a good life – just over 20 years of happy retirement in which he saw his three kids and three grandkids grow up and make lives for themselves. We’ll all miss him so much.