I was unable to post yesterday as I was at my parents house, my mum had taken a tumble. I didn't mention it much before because it was everyone's Christmas, but my father sucumbed to cancer on the twentieth and we had the surreal experience of a funeral two days before sitting down to a family Christmas dinner.
I'm also very sorry to hear your news Clumsycat and it's almost impossible for me to offer advice about your Dad because they're all different. However my Dad absolutely hated anyone to be sad, so we were all very positive around him. I was also impressed with his palliative care. The whole scenario was a journey into the unknown with seemingly no happy outcome, and yet I think all of us feel as though we did everything we could. He was never alone. I'm finding it hard to put this into words but please treasure your every moment together.