She had been in a nursing home for a year as my Dad couldn't cope with her anymore - she was immobile and doubly incontinent. Since going in to the home she's really got a lot worse and just before Christmas she got a chest infection from which she never really recovered - it was pneumonia that finally saw her off today.
I last saw her on Christmas day and although she'd lost her speech she knew me and I believe she got some comfort from seeing me.
Strange feeling - I suppose my main thought is that she's been released from a pretty crap existence she didn't really enjoy - I am getting solace from that. My best mate said to me this evening that when his Mum died he thought he woudn't want to wish any more life on her - and I agree with that ...
Oh - and by the way - you might think me hard and unfeeling but we'll have no euphemisms and pussyfooting about with 'gone to sleep' - 'passed away' - 'gone to a better place' and RIP ...
My Mum died today - that's it





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Her brain is SO confused so that although she thinks they are real she knows she can pick the cushion up and she says 'did you know they are made of wool' ...... to some extent that's a worse situation than being in a home...