... and out went the tube. Completely true to his nickname "the General" Frank want to be in control and yanked the tube out and away. Not to be returned... ever again.
Well, that last bit needs to be seen of cause. He needs to eat and drink enough to keep him fit so he got some of a scorching speech from the head nurse that he was on "close watch" now. Reply from Frank: "What is on the menue today?". And the tube stayed out.Next thing I was out with his mum to find herring. Herring is a reoccuring thing in Frank's life. According to the story Frank is raised by it.When we came back there were more visitors and dinner was comming up. While last week to manage two spoons full was already an accomplishment today he ate his plate without any help. The only help he got was someone holding his plate. And as desert, a mashed herring.Isn't life wonderfull?
Thousend times thanks!
To all the followers of the blog, to anyone who has been supportive of Frank or us in the last months and especially after his untimely death we want to say thanks from the bottom of our hearts. In the week after his passing we received so much warmth, stories, care and love, hardly describable. To us it was a very precious and valuable week and it was so good to have Frank at home where so many of his friends could visit him. And all the help, stories and info shared in that week led to a beautiful goodbye ceremony on a beautiful sunny autumn day. For those of you who could not attend, or those of you who wish to reread the funeral speeches, we publice them here (in dutch and english) with some pictures in grateful memory of, and tributed to Frank.We will miss him dearly, thanks for being with him and with us, one way or another,
On behalf of my family and his closest friends, Esther