David

Today was the last day. I can't think of a better one, although I, of course, may always wish for just one more. We spent the day sat around Reg's bed and we spent time together, Christine teaching Anne to tat and me teaching Caroline to cable, we had folk music on and sang along, we laughed and told stories and made terrible jokes. We saw the doctor who has treated him for the last nine years. Then we went home for dinner and were privileged to be able to go back and be with Reg at the very end. Now there will be no more days like this one. 


Watch now, dear Lord,
with those who wake or watch or weep tonight,
and give your angels charge over those who sleep.
Tend your sick ones, O Lord Christ,
rest your weary ones,
bless your dying ones, soothe your suffering ones,
pity your afflicted ones, shield your joyous ones,
and all for your love’s sake.
Amen