Martin's dad called at 1.15pm to say that Martin had died a little earlier. Gently, just eased off the breathing and wound down.
Lost my mind. Regained my mind. Lost it again.
Headed to the hospice and sat with him for a bit and cried with his family and Rex and Kimberley, then to the airport to pick up Dad and pick up Sweeney from preschool. Toffee Pops, cups of tea, fish and chips.
Everyone is so kind. I'm so sad. Sweeney and I went outside and had a look at the sky tonight, to catch a glimpse of its new housemate.
Here's how I best like to remember Martin.
See you in the soup, Sport!!