The last time I saw my Dad he was in a hospital bed and my Mum told me and my Brother he was sleeping. I remember holding his hand and looking at him and wanting him to wake up so I could talk to him. Earlier this year my Mum told me that he was dead that afternoon, not sleeping. She didn't want to upset me and my Brother. I wish she hadn't told me. I can't remember the last time I saw him alive.