My Dad passed away earlier this year. I'd been into the hospital to see him on the afternoon of the Bristol Rovers cup semi. I knew then he was really poorly and I feared the worst. We discussed the match and he knew I was watching it on TV that night. My Mam rang later on to say they were putting him in a side room and he wanted me to ring him later on when the match had finished. I rang and told him all that had happened and he was excited that I was taking the bairns to Wembley again. Mam said she was staying the night with him and I said I would ring in the morning as soon as I got up to see how he was.
Got up the next morning and rang straightaway. My Mam said he was dozing and his breathing was very shallow. She said to him that it was me on the phone sending my love and he acknowledged that then dozed again. I said bye and put the phone down. A few minutes later, the phone rang and it was my Mam saying he'd gone.
I was really close to my Dad and I like to think he hung on just to say bye to me as he knew I was going to ring. That conversation with me, my Mam and him would have been the last thing he remembered.