3rd March 2015

Not the best of days. Spent most of the morning with Dad as it's his birthday. He didn't remember it was his birthday, he said in April. His memory is awful. He's been telling the staff he only has one child (me) and he has forgotten all about his operations and why he needs the crutches. I think it may be a blessed relief for him as he actually seems happier and calmer, but it's not easy sitting and going over his life story when a few weeks he could remember everything. Sounds like he spends a lot of time sleeping during the day now. Getting old sucks.

So I'm in bed reading my book. Sleep will come soon, my eyes are telling me this.