my uncle
he was an alcoholic. I last saw him in hospital the day before he died. He looked like Homer Simpson - all yellow with bugling eyes, unable to speak, barely able to move and not capable of doing anything other than wait for the inevitable. He apologised to my mum and and other uncle for inflicting this on himself and died in shame. We weren't ashamed, or angry, just disappointed that we never saw him enough to be able to help. We never knew how far things had gone until it was too late.

I cried when I left him and I cried when he died.
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Tue 23 Dec 2008, 11:03, Reply)