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Worst 5 days of my life. My elderly dad taking from nursing home to Werribee Hospital with Covid-19. Told I had to say goodbye to him in a ph call & that Nurse from hospital would be ringing my mobile at 3pm to speak to him for the last time. I had 2hrs to wait for this call. 1/9
Hung up in tears from this ph call & told to wait for further news. We were told (my sister & I) we could go in at the end, if time permitted. For a 48hr period I could not breathe. The thought of going into the hospital to say that goodbye, I’m sure I would have collapsed. 2/9
That was last Thurs/Fri. It’s Tuesday, he is still in hospital fighting, improving each day. I feel like I have grieved his loss and then stepped back out of it. All meaning in my life fell away those 48hrs, everything meant nothing as life would never be the same again. 3/9
All the thoughts that flooded in - what you would give for one more day with him, one more conversation, all the things you wish you could apologise for. Little things like dropping him off at Port to watch cricket and continue on home to watch a movie on the couch. 4/9
Thinking why didn’t I spend the day with him at the cricket, keeping him company. This absolutely killed me. Several thoughts like this, moments you wish you could have back. Childhood memories. My dad taking me to Moorabbin as a 14yo to watch the Saints. 5/9
We stood on the outer wing together, for years. The time I was driving to Noosa & my car engine caught fire just outside of Shepparton. Rang dad to come and pick me up to take me home. He drove up from Chelsea to Shepparton, gave me his car to continue on with my holiday ... 6/9
and he caught the train back home and went without his car for 3 weeks - so that my holiday wasn’t ruined. Living in London for 2.5 years, every Wednesday my Dad would buy Inside Football, and cut all the St Kilda / Port Melb footy news out of the papers & post it to me. ... 7/9
The parcel would arrive in London on Saturday morning, with a loving letter from my Dad inside. Every week without fail. It was cricket news in summer that was sent. I think my Dad missed 2 of my cricket games in 25 years of playing. These are the memories that surfaced ... 8/9
this past week. Some people are irreplaceable in your life. Gratitude beyond belief that he is still here. Heartbroken for those who have lost a parent, either to this virus or otherwise. Make the most of every given moment you have with loved ones. 
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