Had some awful news today. We were at the cinema and Gary's phone kept ringing. His youngest brother, Adrian was trying to reach him to tell him that the doctors called his mother to the hospital today to say that there was nothing more that could be done for his father. Gary went to pieces which shook me a bit as I always thought he'd be the type to keep it together.
We went to the hospital to see him and he looked jaundiced and weak, almost as if he was sleeping on his nose. He was in a chatty mood though, a litte disorientated but otherwise in quite good spirits. He honestly didn't seem to look that ill, but you don't see what's going on inside or what the doctors see do you?
Alana, as selfish as ever, just couldn't resist asking if he'd be alive for her precious wedding. She got the shock of her life when the doctor said, "Probably not." The wedding is just five weeks away and I think that's what shook Gary up the most.
The next few weeks are going to be hard on him.