One day seeing my dad as himself . He was sharing his chocolate with me and my mum that he had got for fathers day everything was normal. Giving him a kiss and Saying goodnight to him as I do everynight before I leave.
To then the next morning being told he's been rushed into hospital in an ambulance, he had a servere stroke. 

He couldn't speak or feel/move the right-hand side of his body. It wasn't nice at all seeing him like this.
After coming out of intensive care and going on the stroke unit the next day he seemed to be coming along. Was still so hard to see him this way and upsetting to find out that the injection hadn't disburst the blood clot on his brain and he also had a small bleed on his brain, which meant they couldn't give him any aspirin to lessen the risk of more blood clots.
I Can remember sitting next to him and I held his had he kept squeezing it and looking at me with this sad helpless look like he knew, I could feel the sadness in his eyes and even some tears as he could see we was hurting.
I just couldn't hold back the tears....This memory has stayed with me since.