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Since our brief encounter Red and I have remained online friends and have corresponded many times.You know who are friends and not just online make believe friends when you get a message offering condolences when it wouldn't have been noticed if nothing had been said.Tonight after taking a shower I heard something fall to the floor.I checked what I was wearing round my neck, my gothic crucifix was still there and so was my mother's gold chain with her ring and two small pendants.This is he woman who fed me, clothed me, went without for me, would give her life for me if the need arose.The woman who comforted me when I was ill, taught me how to wipe my bottom, tie my shoe laces and taught me how to read and write and do arithmetic well before I started school.
Today is my BFFs Teresa May's birthday, not only is it her birthday but it's a very special one too.
It's heartbreaking to sit at her bedside and gasp for breath and looking the way she does which is like a living corpse when she was such an attractive women.
On the opposite side of the room to where I sit are photographs of her and my father when they were young and in their late teens that are placed upon a window sill.
It's extremely difficult to sit and watch the person who brought you up slowly slip away from you and to feel so helpless.
My mother is ninety-three and is currently in a residential nursing home with the NHS funding her end of life care, meaning that she will be kept as comfortable as possible but will not be treated for any illness or infection.