Virginia and I returned from a cruise to the Azores on the 9th of June to find my mother very poorly. On Sunday we went to the care home she was in, and heartbreakingly watched her pass away.

Rationally she's gone. The room at the care home is now empty. There's a death certificate with her name on it. She had a good innings you can say. We got back in time you can say.

Emotionally she's still part of me, and I'm part of her. Emotionally it hurts a lot. Grief grieves me. It should hurt, otherwise I'm just a biochemical robot.