CHAIRPERSON
It was very lonely in that house that night.  We all had a sense of being a long way away from everyone.  I sat on the chair in front of where my father lay dying.  I think I must have been in shock as I sat there, rigid, unable to move, even when my sister begged me to hold my father while she got up to go to the loo.   It is hard for me to recall the exact sequence of events that night, but time passed.  The phone was dead and we waited for someone to come.