A big thank-you...
Nov. 12th, 2003 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drcuriosity...to everyone who has sent me messages of love, support, sympathy and a variety of forms of hugging. You're all highly appreciated, and I treasure you - so don't every forget that, or I may have to smack you. Or give you stern looks or a good pouting, as I think some of you might enjoy the smacking too much.
It looks like we'll be headed up to Auckland for the funeral early next week (Monday thru Wednesday, or thereabouts). Maybe not the ideal location, but it's the easiest place for everyone (including overseas relatives) to get to. Maybe heading over to Thames to inter his ashes in the place he was born after that.
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batty_, I think angels would be perfect the entity of choice. My grandfather was a Methodist and used to sing in church choirs when he was young. Both of my mothers parents were generally fairly quiet about their faith, though - it was a personal thing, and something they just quietly got on with and lived without judging others too much. No matter what your religion, that seems to be a good way to live, to me.
As to how it happened: information's a bit sparse at the moment. He went in there because he was bleeding from an ulcer - what would have been a lot more manageable was made worse by anti-inflammatories (voltaren). While he was in hospital under observation while that was coming right, he apparently fell out of bed somehow and broke his shoulder and neck.
They had him in intensive care for a couple of days, then for some reason they moved him out to a ward, where he suffered breathing difficulties, and then died. I guess "under observation" isn't very observant. I'm also rather unhappy about the hospital staff claiming he was suffering from dementia when his somewhat less-than-lucid behaviour only came on when they pumped him full of morphine. For all that it was an accident, it remains to be seen whether it counts as negligence, I guess.
And in parting, many hugs and other gestures of friendship to all of you out there who I care about. Many of you have trials of your own (big and small) right now, and I wish you the very best in dealing with them as best you can. My thoughts are with you all, too.
It looks like we'll be headed up to Auckland for the funeral early next week (Monday thru Wednesday, or thereabouts). Maybe not the ideal location, but it's the easiest place for everyone (including overseas relatives) to get to. Maybe heading over to Thames to inter his ashes in the place he was born after that.
batty_, I think angels would be perfect the entity of choice. My grandfather was a Methodist and used to sing in church choirs when he was young. Both of my mothers parents were generally fairly quiet about their faith, though - it was a personal thing, and something they just quietly got on with and lived without judging others too much. No matter what your religion, that seems to be a good way to live, to me.As to how it happened: information's a bit sparse at the moment. He went in there because he was bleeding from an ulcer - what would have been a lot more manageable was made worse by anti-inflammatories (voltaren). While he was in hospital under observation while that was coming right, he apparently fell out of bed somehow and broke his shoulder and neck.
They had him in intensive care for a couple of days, then for some reason they moved him out to a ward, where he suffered breathing difficulties, and then died. I guess "under observation" isn't very observant. I'm also rather unhappy about the hospital staff claiming he was suffering from dementia when his somewhat less-than-lucid behaviour only came on when they pumped him full of morphine. For all that it was an accident, it remains to be seen whether it counts as negligence, I guess.
And in parting, many hugs and other gestures of friendship to all of you out there who I care about. Many of you have trials of your own (big and small) right now, and I wish you the very best in dealing with them as best you can. My thoughts are with you all, too.
