Gregory Galloway wasn’t sure he could write anything after the death of his father.
“He lived to be 94, so if you can have that, he had the sort of demise that he wanted,” says Galloway, recalling that he and his two siblings had gathered to be with their father at the hospital.
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“We sort of knew it was the last day, and the nurse came in and said, ‘Is there anything that you want?’ And he said, ‘Is it OK if I have some whiskey?’ And she said, ‘Absolutely,’” recalls Galloway. “We went and got a bottle of whiskey and toasted him.”
“At some point, he’s like, ‘What the hell are we doing here? Let’s go home.’”
So Galloway’s father spent his last evening at his own place with his grown children