September 14
Dad cannot live long. Mother bears up wonderfully well. Tried to do some examination work but failed utterly. A⸺ is watching in the sickroom with Mother who will not leave.
8:30. The nurse says he will not live through the night.
8:45. Telegraphed for A⸺ to come.
11:00. A⸺ came downstairs and had a little supper.
12:00. Went to bed. H⸺ and the others lit a fire and we have all sat around it silent, listening to its murmur. Everyone felt cold. Dad has been unconscious for over an hour.
1:45 a.m. Heard a noise, then heard Mother coming downstairs past my bedroom door with someone—sobbing. I knew it must be all over. H⸺ was helping her down. Waited in my bedroom in the dark for three parts of an hour, when H⸺ came up, opened the door slowly and said, “He’s gone, old man.” It was a tremendous relief to know that since he had to die his sufferings and cruel plight were over. Fell asleep from sheer exhaustion and slept soundly.