It's never comfortable for my dad to travel these days, it's hard for him to get about but he does it anyway, when he can and for a good reason.
He came here yesterday with his carer, made it up our steps, with help and we had the lunch I had made.
He told me he loved me, how proud he was of me and how sorry he was he had given me this disease.
He explained how he feels he is deteriorating still, that each time he gets ill, he doesn't fully recover.
He was saying goodbye.
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