As in part 1 the phone rang and we were awoken to hear mum had passed. It's strange the feeling, in a sense there was a tinge of sadness for the feeling of loss but followed by a sense of relief and dare i say happiness that she was no longer in pain.
The next thing was we drove to my grandmothers house and woke her up to the news. Mum wouldn't have let her be alone when she found out. Not that this was a suprise, we had all accepted the fact we would lose mum. She was given 12 months and we got 3 years. Mum had outlasted all expectations.
One thing that struck me was how beautiful the morning was, the air had that hint of chill that tickles you nose, the trees were beginning to change colour and the sun had just risen, it was going to be a nice sunny autumn day. Perhaps over the events of the last week i hadn't noticed the weather, in fact i don't think i had noticed much those past weeks,
We then as a family proceded to the hospital to see mum's body, it's a weird sensation. Mum's body was there but that was all.
I don't think i really wanted to be there. She was gone, i was numb.
When we got home, after that visit things were strange, my eldest sister decided to go through mums wardrobe.
Now it was time to plane mums funeral which my aunty glenda came over to help plan the funeral.