Five days later, while I was in London, just after my father had released her hand to go and answer the front door, he returned to find that she had died, leaving us in the afternoon of Thursday, October 4th, 2018. Morning, noon and night he had sat by her bed holding her hand and the one moment he’d let it go she left him.
When my sister rang me, not long afterwards, I knew mom had died; I knew she was gone, even before I answered it. Death is never a stranger, though, it’s always known to us and always with us. We just choose to pretend that it's not there, at times, even when we see it from the corner of our eyes.
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