Last night was very strange. After coming home, Trey was cooking dinner while I faffed about finding out where the Wonky (a nightclub night) night was being held. While that was going on my mum rang and told me my dad’d gone into a coma. He’d been unresponsive all day.
The doctor was coming, and I said I’d head back to my parents once I’d eaten. Trey finished cooking dinner, and I sat quietly eating and watching Carry on Doctor. As we cuddled after dinner I started to prepare myself mentally for the trip down to my parents, to say goodbye to my father.
As I did so, the phone rang. My mum told me that the coma was drug induced; and that I shouldn’t come down tonight. So instead, we booked tickets to Alaska. Presenting a slightly surreal quality to the night, the excitement and thrill of something so utterly awesome to me, tinged with the sadness of my father…
Then I spent some time on the phone to Kara; chatting about random things; and Alaska; and our visit there in November, and post apocolyptic films. My mum rang again in the middle of this, I can’t remember why. I think because she just wanted someone to talk to.
Eventually, I went back to chatting to Kara
[My mum rang to tell me my dad’d died at this point. I’ve never finished this entry]
