A sad kind of day

I'll visit this week.

What can I take him?

A few apricots it is then.

Monday - Thursday appointments or pressing things every day.

Friday will be the day, I'll visit after work.

3 apricots carefully selected.

Companionable silence sharing a Sunday paper in late autumn sun remembered.

Memories of exquisite salmon caught and generously shared.

Just checking which ward...

But it's too late and it's happened so quickly.

The shift to the hospice has been made. The end could be tonight or tomorrow.

Just those closest now.

He will be missed. I will miss him.

I'm still holding the apricots.