Yesterday my Mum texted me saying my Dad had been given 24 hours to live. So my husband and I went down to the hospice he was in and said our last goodbyes. I told Dad that I love him and I said our favorite prayer over and over for him. I think he could hear me because his face moved a bit. He passed away six hours later, at 12:50 am. My Mum and one of my sisters were there with him when he breathed his last. I'm feeling very numb right now, even though we knew the end was near.