Time to let go?

My father is dying. Not quite dead yet, but definitely closer than most of us.

Those of us who love him will miss him badly, but we can hardly complain. He’s 90 years and has had a good innings. As a family, we’ve got to the point of acceptance and had hoped he might die a peaceful death at home. This has proved a lot harder to arrange than we expected. The health service has several times stepped in to save him and he is now being…