This morning, my Dad mumbled "I do love you, your Mum & George" I felt like I'd been hit in the stomach. I hadn't heard him say he loved us for a long time.
He then said "I'm sorry. It's just the disease".
He told me "don't let it ruin your life".
In-between all this, he was crying. I stroked his arm and then hugged him. This was the first time in 3 years (anything even close to a hug would only have happened when he had his arms around my as we were picking him up off the floor), the last time being the day I went to University.