Raymond Hunt aka Pops aka PopPops aka Abbey's Dad passed away peacefully two days ago after a long battle with cancer.
I've not blogged about it because I was unsure if it was the right thing to do. Now I think it is, as this blog is supposed to be a diary of important life events as well as the standard technical stuff I blog about. Anyway, the oddest thing is that I only realised I loved him after he died. Why it should take a death for me to realise this I don't know. Does that make me a lesser man for not realising this sooner, or a greater man for gaining insight at the last?
At least now Abbey seems to have recovered from it, although she is mighty tired. She did spend the three weeks prior to this one at her Mums, looking after her and visiting Ray in his final days. I missed her and Robyn a lot in that time and am very glad they are both now home.