Our family huddled around a little room in Nottingham University Hospital as my dad, Geoff, 74, rest in bed peacefully.
After suddenly suffering a big stroke on Monday, doctors had warned us that he only had a few more days left.
It was now Thursday and we were losing hope.
He loved everything about his JCB job ‘I love you, Dad,’ I whispered, clutching his hand. He was too weak to reply, but I knew just how much he loved me, too. Dad has three children, myself, Terry and Jane, six grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
He was a family man, and would be missed by so many. As the nurses asked us to leave, I felt comfortable leaving him with the caring staff. ‘Goodbye, Dad,’ I choked, desperate to have…