When I visited he would always hate it when I left to return to Scotland. This time when I got to the hospital I told him that I was not going to leave him anymore, ever. I remained there with him then. And he died. Finally all the confusion, the weakness was gone. He was at rest. I was with him all the time.
Now all seems a little empty. After a long and hard week of administration - registering the death, organising the funeral, sorting out the will - I returned to Scotland. The election was over. All the drama finished with and I had missed it all. I feel strangely dislocated from it.
And this blog....I will start posting things again, but at the moment it all seems a little frivolous.
Thanks for all the messages of support.