My Mum passed away last night, she was 92 but bright as a button, had a pacemaker and was unsteady on her legs.
(We lost my Dad last November)
We suspect her body may not have coped with a load of wasp stings she got whilst gardening a few days earlier!
But she still joked... "it took me 5 minutes to walk up the garden, but with those wasps chasin' me I came back a damn sight quicker".
Whatever it was that sent her on her way it was relatively quick and the hospital made sure she was in no pain. (admitted at 4pm... passed at 10:10 pm)
I didn't get there in time to say goodbye but my brother and Sis told her I was on the way and we'd all see her in the morning... she passed in her sleep.
Our Mums are the unsung heroes, maybe they don't show us how to mend engines and make bows... but the heal our grazed knees and broken adolescent hearts, dust us off and set us back on our way. They grand-mother our kids, and they feed and soothe us all.
Spare a thought for all our Mums who bear the pain of the world unfinchingly
Hope she's found some peace...
Del