The miracle of the day was finding a clean and functional public loo/toilet/dunny/outhouse half way through the drive home.

I don’t think his shrinkness will make it this time. Six seizures later and the ambo's finally arrived. The child was screaming, "Don’t you fukin leave me." I was enraged.

Funny how our wit kicks in, in the most dire of circumstance's; S and I had some good laughs while attending to his shrinknesses needs.

And what did I see in his eyes? Unconditional love! I hope he saw it in mine.

Well Sir, I do hope the good lord takes you into his care today. You wouldn’t want to stay around in a vege state. We all know that much.

S, if you ever read this, I thank you for your assistance, and trust 'Dr.' You are a good friend to me.

Now I am off to make a cuppa, take these emotional breaks off, and start grieving for my mentor, guru, and best friend. I need to go honour him with a bucket tears.