Sat, Aug 21st

Dad normally goes down Nags Head with George on Saturday mornings, or usually George goes on his own. We agreed last night that we would drive up and take him down there as usual. It wouldn't be the same as with George. But I think we all knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Dad had wanted to go to the post office to get some cash out. But he wasn't ready, so we took him Morrisons to pick up his groceries and a cooked chicken that the three of us shared for lunch.

The three of us felt completely numb. I spoke to David, Rita and Denise on the phone and Phil and Jean made it up to Dad's too. We all knew that George was grossly underweight, but as with most things in life, we all thought it would never happen.