Beloved's dear Pampar lies in hospital. His prognosis is not good, though we are talking about a man who was missing presumed dead in the war, who went on to advise Federal Attorneys-General and help shape the laws of this nation. So I'd say he's got a fair reservoir of fight.
But still, it isn't good.
His marriage saw out the majority of last century as well as all of this one. Mammar sits next to him now, in hospital, holding his hand. They still do that, holding hands- beloved and I took a sneak photo of them walking along the footpath in Civic, Canberra, like a pair of teenagers in crush.
Not all beautiful things fade with time.
His first great grandchild is only a couple of months from bringing new life into the world. He may never see her. I hope he knows that she will know all about him.
Mammar is still holding his hand, I wish I could give her a huge hug now and hold on until it all passes, until death moves on, with or without the man she's loved for so many decades.
We're all proud of Pampar, I hope he knows that. I'm proud to have known him as a belated grandson.
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