Rose Gardens And Flock Wallpaper

L’s brother rather sadly goes into a hospice today and we go over to see him. The hospice isn’t quite what I had envisaged. I had expected immaculately tended rose gardens and flock wallpaper but it was not really like that at all. In fact it was just another wing of the main hospital albeit a more peaceful wing.

He is relatively chatty in between spells of sleep and before we leave him for the night he tells me how bored I look. Little did I know that this would be practically the last words he would ever say to me. 

(Friday 23^rd September)