I remember waking up that morning when the phone rang. My Father telling me I had to get to the hospice NOW. I dropped Hannah (who was only 2) with my sister-in-law & I jumped in a taxi & drove around the town looking for my brother who was working. He was a builder & the firm he worked for was relaying pavements in the city centre & I had no clue where he would be that morning. The taxi driver was so understanding.
We got to the hospice & I knew we were too late by the way my Father was walking to greet us… He never did that… He always spent every possible moment at her side.
To this day I wish I hadn’t gone in to see her.
It snowed that Valentines Day… She hated the cold & snow.