"My dad's death"

My dad was taken into Durham Hospital on the friday. He has 13 children, so we were all there as our dad had never been ill enough to ever go to hospital he was a very proud man.

First of all they told us he may be going to die, then they told him he was going to, without asking if he wanted to know. Then they left him and his wife for the night and all of us kids going out of our minds.

Then on the saturday afternoon they said he had a fighting chance of making it. We were all so happy, then I saw him on sunday looking so much better.

Then on the monday morning I got a phone call saying he had no longer than 24 hours, so to get to hospital to say goodbye. This was the worst day of my life.

Then when I got there I said my goodbyes, but none of us wanted to leave, but as he was on a ward we got told to wait in corridor till they moved him to a private room so we could be with him. Then a security guard come and told us he knew our situation, but we had to leave the corridor as we were intimidating others.

They never moved my dad to his own room. The proud man we all loved died in a room with 3 other men. They knew for 15 hours he was dying and they just left him.