To all of you who have responded to this thread, I have to tell you that the pain never goes away. My dad died in 1972 and hardly a day goes by without me wishing I could see him again and seek his advice on matters that trouble me. I only have to hear that song "The Living Years" and it's Kleenex time.

As for cleanliness in our Hospitals, a friend of mine who sadly died last week was told that a place was ready for him in the Royal Bolton Hospital. His MacMillan nurse was horrified at the prospect of his being placed in what is in everyone's mind a germ-ridden place (MRSA is Us) and she got him into the Bolton Hospice for the last 8 weeks of his life.


Pat

Like you, I know that there is an afterlife. I hope your dad and my dad have met up they sound as if they would get along together. When my dad died his Golf Handicap was 18 so I hope they don't play for money !.