The holidays are over, we went to Orange, had a lovely time. But all the time we were away Peter's' Mum was in hospital, slipping quietly from us. When we arrived home and went to see her, she was asleep and had been sleeping peacefully for a couple of days. We visited her again last Wednesday morning, saying our usual soft goodbyes and stroking her hair. In the late evening neither of us wanted to go to bed, instead staying up to watch the Tour de France. The phone call came just after 12.30. When we saw Mum, she looked just the same: peaceful and relaxed in deep sleep.
We are so thankful that she didn't suffer. I think I said in my last post that she was 92. She was 91. She had been married for nearly 69 years. She loved her family - everyone - without limit or prejudice. Long ago, Monnie and my Mum were very close friends. Their friendship remained over the years, occasionally declared afresh by the giving of bears, especially angel bears. A little Eileen angel bear watched over Mum before she died.
Love you Mums.
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