My Mother called me first thing this morning. I have to go home to see my Grandad.

All weekend he has been in hospital having fluid drained from his lungs. They are filling up faster than they can drain it off.

The Doctors have advised it is more likely to be days rather than weeks now. But Grandad thinks he is getting better as he can eat a bit now.

Its killing my Dad.

So...I am setting off early tomorrow morning to drive home. I will meet my Dad at his work, we will then go to the Hospice see him for a few hours to say Goodbye, then I will have the journey home to think about things.

I knew he was dying but I never fully realised how close the end is.

I am ok if I don't think about it, I don't know how my Dad can carry on. It must be the hardest thing in the world knowing your own Dad is nearing the end.

I just want it to be over now. But not before I have had the chance to say Goodbye.

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