We were told yesterday that Keith has no more than a couple of weeks left with the likelihood that it will be just a few days. I knew it was coming but it was still difficult to take and my heart is heavy. Having said that Keith is comfortable, still wanting to go to the pub for a drink with his boys. Yesterday we were talking to the boys about music and I said his favourite songs when we courting were The Israelites and Hey Jude. They were in the top ten at that time and Keith would go out of his way to find a juke box and set the records to play. Suddenly Keith started to sing Hey Jude - he didn't manage much of the song but it was recognisable and we all laughed. This morning when I went in to see him he greeted me with another rendition, then promptly fell asleep. I think he had been saving up for that all night.
I'm trying to get a couple of hours at home in the afternoon and will go back in to see him after tea. If he deteriorates rapidly there is a bed-settee in his room and I will stay overnight. I am still sewing my sheep, almost got them onto a background but still not taken a photo. I have a feeling I may not be able to give them up, ah well that's life.