Dad

Unexpected realisations and top tips for coffins

My old Dad died in January. He was 93 and had taken to his bed in early December in quite a determined way. We knew he was going to die. He wasn’t interested in food, or drink. He would have a sip of water if strongly urged. But otherwise he lay on his back playing the piano in the air, or, if we asked him if we could get him anything, telling us ‘…