A diffficult 24 hours

Around 2 am two things happened. I was finishing my first pint of blood. It was tiring. But unknown to me around the same hour my Mum, who has been in palliative care for some weeks, passed away at the grand old age of 95 years and 11 months. The picture shown was taken on 30th July 2017 at her 94th birthday where we celebrated as a family. She has not been well this year and neither have I. Luckily my mum did not know the extent of my illness for which I am grateful.

I’m home now and feeling tired but also reflecting with my family on the life of their Grandma and my mum.

Rest in peace.