A difficult day, but a day nonetheless

Not the greatest night’s sleep, but managed to get out to the hospice at a reasonable time. Vagn still hanging in there and not giving up. Took Ottawacker Jr for a walk and a second breakfast at Subway: he really has been allowed all kinds of crap on this trip so far.
 
Back in, more visiting, chatted to the cook in the hospice. She spotted Ottawacker Jr wearing a Liverpool shirt and took the opportunity to tease him. Turns out she’s an Evertonian from the Wirral, and had been living in Sarnia for the past 30 years. I asked her if she was working in a hospice to cheer herself up.
 
Quick run to the supermarket and then out to Sarnia Airport – we decided it was important to not let the whole visit be morbid, so treated Ottawacker Jr to a new airport. We arrived to find the airport building open, but deserted. As in completely deserted (the extra shows the car park). It’s called the Chris Hadfield Airport – but was named before he went into space: the man was a shameless self-promoter even back then. I’m going to have to start taking notes… There was a trainee in a Cessna practising take offs and landings, so we watched for a little while, then headed back to Mary’s place in Camlachie. Mrs Ottawacker went for a swim in the lake, just to impress Raheny_Eye, while Ottawacker Jr got his little toe wet, and I sat and read. Back to Mary’s. Made some dinner, then went back in for the evening visit around 5.
 
Vagn spends a lot of his time sleeping, but he woke up while we were there and ate quite well. Again took Ottawacker Jr away for a while, playing hide-and-seek with him in the garden (I counted to 50 and then waited for 20 minutes). Not sure how this is playing out for him – he’s no experience of death first hand (my dad died in England when he was 4 – Ottawacker Jr, not my dad) so this is all new. I think it important to let him get a feel of it, but I don’t want it to be a huge drama. But I am really, really not sure what to think of it all myself.
 
We left around 8.30, picking up Jenny at Lamrecton Park. When we got there, the sun was going down over Lake Huron, so we stayed and watched, and marvelled at how metaphors are everywhere in nature.