So this Tuesday just gone was actually a year since my Dad was found passed away in his bed. We (my sister Vicky and I) believe he’d been there for the best part of a week (since the night of Tuesday 10th January, which was the same day that I last saw & spoke to him) but the accommodation trust with which he stayed, basically lied through their teeth to us and to the police saying that he collected his weekly provisions (bread, milk, sugar, etc) on Friday 13th January, and also stated that staff saw him out and about on the Saturday too. Continue reading “It feels like only yesterday”
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