My lovely Mum died on the 1st October; it was very sudden and totally unexpected but I guess that at 97 she had maybe just decided that it was time. I have mentioned before that Dementia robbed our family of a lot of things but I had gradually settled into a new relationship with her where she thought at times I was her sister, at other times her mother and at others just someone who would take her out. I have been finally grieving the loss of the wonderful woman she was before she became ill plus the character she remained in her final years, that glorious lady who would wear sequins and sparkle with gay abandon regardless of where we would be going, who always insisted on being taken out and could demolish a coffee and huge piece of cake with a vigour that belied her slight frame and advanced years. Rest in peace lovely lady.