Im not in the best if form, its 6.34am woke up cant sleep, i heard my mum get up open her door go to the loo. My dad died at home on 25th june this year at home. He was in a bad state the night before, he has dibaties, celiac diease. I got woken up by my mum, went in to him he was having a dibatic attack, he was moving all over the place i gave him dome lucadze by driping it into his mouth with a dropper as he could or would not open his mouth. I cant write any more for now as im starting to cry, What im trying ti say say is im sad, miss him very much, my mum has a different dound opening doors and different footsteps. Just had a thought. This the earliest ever time ive cried in the morning i think...