My dear Mum died this morning. She celebrated her 102nd birthday on February 24th but didn't really know what all the fuss was about - neither did she know that she had been diagnosed with bowel cancer. I don't quite know what I feel at present - everything is a bit unreal, but I can't feel sad for her as she often said she had lived too long, and I am so relieved that she didn't have to suffer the advanced stages of this horrible illness. She had enjoyed almost 100 years of good health, and a long and happy marriage and often spoke of how fortunate she was to have had that.
The lighter moments were provided by Poppy - who else?! Our youngest daughter brought her to cheer me up this afternoon and inspite of everything I had to laugh at her antics. They call her their 'healing dog' because no matter what woes they have, she always lifts their spirits. Julia has made a little video of Poppy trying to bury one of her biscuits in our living room! You'll have to wait a day or two to see it I'm afraid as I need Julia's expertise to put it on here for me, but it should be very entertaining.