“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I write this post with a very heavy heart.
Late yesterday evening, we said goodbye to Brian, my father-in-law, who've I've known since 1989, when I first met my wife, Allison.
He died at home, having, thankfully, been able to leave hospital after a fall at home, some two and a bit weeks ago. He and the family were determined, especially in light of the Covid19 restrictions, to get him home because they knew, as did he, that he didn't have long to live and hospital would be the last place he'd want to die.
I want to say a massive thank you to the huge team of people — carers, nurses and doctors — who made his last few days and hours so peaceful. They were all fantastic.( Collapse )
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- Mon, 22:48: RIP Brian. To the best father-in-law I could ever have asked for. You'll forever live in my heart. All our love ❤️.
- Tue, 06:00: “I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving ston… https://t.co/htHx80hRhV
- Tue, 06:43: Goodbye Brian https://t.co/TCJ7aup6tJ https://t.co/d5M9cCqOPS