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Date: 18 July 2006 14:45:25
I talked with Dad last night for about half hour. He was pleased to hear that Guy's doing ok and I'm glad I could tell him that and was able to tell him some of the Guy moments I've had over the past couple of weeks as my lovely bro re-emerges step by step from the depths. We're a long way from the home run. I know the struggles aren't over by any means, but Guy's back in business and that's all I need to know. So I cheered dad up with our little stories and small victories.
My dad's crap day consisted mostly of a visit to the hospital to see Danny who turned up some point on Saturday and had not been allowed any visitors until dad was allowed yesterday. He chatted with Dan a bit, half hour maybe, brought him some flowers from the garden for his room and some raspberries to munch on. Well Danny didn't seem too well but said all the right things and said goodbye and watched Dad go. Then when Dad was walking through the car park to the car, he heard this immense commotion and Danny was screaming and running out towards him. So Dad opened him arms and Dan buried himself there and bawled for ages and didn't want to stay and Dad just held him for about 15 minutes. The nurses and meds had followed out. Eventually they went back in and Danny actually did some real talking for the 1st time Dad can remember. Dad stayed about an hour extra. The nurses just let him which is wonderfull of them.
I don't like my daddy being in pieces. I found a missed call from him when I finished work but no 1 answered when I tried. He actually got out of bed at 2210 to ring me back. He switches off about 9-930 usually. He sounded so shocked and down when he returned my call, I found it hard being far away. He said he was extremely relieved that Guy's not doing too badly and seems on the up and I was also very relieved I could give him such positive news. I mean what do you do... It must've nearly torn his heart... He's done so much for the lads in his own way and I wonder sometimes whether he's floundering because he has to watch them struggle like this.
He told me my youngest (half) bro and sis got their bac results. Leah got 14 or 15, flying colours basically. Sam, on the other hand, failed by 1 point. He got 9, which means that he'd have to resist the offending subject that caused his marks to drop in the same class as Leah.... Like THAT is going to happen! Leah's working most of the summer. I think Sam's at a loose end.
My eldest cousin will visit in a bit. They've been to see family over here and fly back early tomorrow from down the road. So I get to catch up with her and hubby and her eldest and also properly meet her youngest whom I briefly saw for about 2 minutes last December. Funny thing is she's got nearly the same name as my street...