Goodbye, I have left the building
I’m really crap at saying goodbye. Several years ago my father was dying of cancer and I went down to Port Elizabeth to visit him in hospital. It was clear that this would be the last time I would see him. One of the biggest indicators was the doctor advising my mom that he should be moved to Frail Care – a really grim place where patients have their watches stolen by people who don’t think they’ll need them anymore.
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