Philip Rhoades, 72
My parents lay on adjacent beds at the aged-care facility.
‘At least they're together,’ I thought.
It was May 2016, and docs had called to tell me that my dad, Gerald, 89, didn't have long left.
He'd been hospitalised after suffering from dementia for several years.
Was in great physical pain.
I'd travelled seven hours across Australia to be with him in Sydney.
Sadly, when I arrived he was already unconscious from the morphine.
But I was grateful to find staff had wheeled my mum Dorothy's bed into his room.
Mum, 84, had a number of degenerative physical disorders.
She clutched
