Friday, February 4

Forget me not, I ask of you. Wherever your life takes you to.

Around 10am today, my dad wandered into where I work and told me my Uncle was dead. Apparently so ill and beyond any kind of recovery, a decision was made to switch off his life support machine.
When I went round to see my folks after work, the first words out of my mum's mouth was that he wasn't dead at all.
He's still on life support.
Stupid fucking American laws, rules and regulations.

Hopefully soon, he will be at peace.

3 parlez:

treacle said...

really sorry Bedshaped :(

Fern said...

so sorry.
hope you and your family can feel some peace soon.

Sharon said...

Really sorry to hear that, what a sad time.