Friday 1 April 2011

Goodbye


“They said that there’s nothing more they can do. He’ll be conscious for an hour or two and then that’s it. You’re gonna have to hurry.”

“Mmm. Is he comfortable?”

“They’ve given him morphine and he’s calm.” he's not crying anymore

“Well, let us know what happens then.”

“You’re coming though?”

“Probably not. We’ve got a lot to do.” hammersmith

“A lot to do?”

“Yeah.”

“Your son is about to die.”

“Well, he doesn’t need us there. We saw him just the other day.”

“Last month actually. And he does, he’s asked for you.”

“It’ll take us too long.”

“The drive’s a maximum of forty minutes, even with traffic.”

“The car won’t make it.” she can’t drive, she has no idea

“Well, if you suddenly break down for the first time ever then I’ll reimburse you for the travelcard. Alright?”

“Nah, it’s a busy day today. We’ve got to do the shopping, we’re going to Nan’s, then there’s the evening. It’s gonna be too hectic.”

“Your son is going to die. Do you not want to see him?”

“Of course. Today is sudden.” if it were tomorrow, is there any possibility he’ll

“There are no other days.”

“Well.”

“I can’t believe this. You’re sick.”

“Tell him we love him.”

“I can’t tell him that in truth, can I? Will anybody come?”

“I dunno, you’ll have to call them, but I think they’ve all got things to do too.” listen, I need to go now