Where it all started

This is where my Mum's story started in 1939. It finished just a few miles away this morning.

I didn't get there in time.

She died at the Hospice with my Dad, brother and sister in the room giving her lots of love and attention.

I'm staying with my Dad for the next few nights. Just bought him a pint in the local and we had a wee cry together, so that's both our reputations fucked (sorry for the language Mum).