Dad moved into a hospice on Sunday and all active care has stopped. He has struggled with so much pain and is now on very high doses of Morphine. I was not prepared for the delirium that he is experiencing which very much looks like dementia. He is confused and doesn't really recognise us. I am finding the process very traumatic. I cry all afternoon after processing my visits with him. He would hate that we are seeing him like this. Today, he has been much calmer and more present although very sleepy. I am happy because I managed to tell him how much he means to me and he gripped my hand harder.