Mum's Got Cancer; Part Eleven

I sit and stroke your hair. I laugh and I joke. Yesterday we listened to the Sound of Music and a bit of the Messiah.

I asked for the Last Rites to be read and for prayers to be said.

Today Rachel and I moisturised your hands and face. I searched and searched to find "Why Me" by Olivia Newton John and have now played that to death.

You laughed at the idea of Terry using an iPad or iPhone.

Now you lay there and I wonder what I can do to help you.

You have our permission to go Mum. We promise to look after each other and Terry (of course). And I am sure Winnie will be treasured as much by Terry as she is by you.

Whatever you are waiting for I would make happen in a heartbeat if only I knew.

In death, as in life, you are strong and beautiful.

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