Saturday PM

Got to hospital now (16:00) in 2 cars. I in one, to relieve K, Adi in another to ferry K to my parents home, then drive right back with mum. Dad is either asleep or too weak for any form of communication. I'd rather keep him awake by day so he sleeps at night but decided to change tack and let him be. Watching mum yesterday as she poked, prodded, nagged and badgered him to stay up and talk (or even open his eyes and look at her, the TV screen, anything, all to no avail) was as unbearable to watch as it must have been for him to endure, or indeed for her to get virtually no response from her beloved, once a tower of strength, now a helpless shadow of his former self. Watching her breaking up inside, unable to do a thing to turn it all around and kiss it better is hard too.