Vati (my father) died in Exeter hospital early on Monday morning, having been unwell -- low blood pressure, not eating -- for many weeks. We got a call from the hospital late on Saturday to say that the end was near, so most of us were able to travel down to see him on Sunday afternoon and make our goodbyes. He was in a terrible state -- shrunken to perhaps a third of his bodyweight, unable to speak, the sight already gone in one eye. By the time we left later that day, he was beginning to slip in and out of consciousness; that he passed away so shortly afterwards was perhaps a merciful release.
There's nothing else I can think to say right now.
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