It has been a crazy few weeks. At the start of February my mum had a stroke. She seemed to be recovering a little bit, but suddenly took a downturn, and within two weeks she had died.
I felt so helpless with her – nothing to do but sit with and hold her hand, wipe her face, talk to her. She could talk a little which was good, but mostly in that last week she was not comfortable and said she just wanted to die. That was very hard to hear, but we (me and my family) all knew that was for the best for her now and so we said our goodbyes.
She was an amazing woman – quiet and assuming, but so perceptive. I feel so lucky to have known her, let alone to have been her son.