I remember so many details about that last day, Mum, but most of all I remember stroking your fingers - your lovely, long, tapering fingers, pianist's fingers, the fingers that had so often wiped my tears - and knowing that I would never be able to stroke them again.
Then, with pitiless speed after so long an illness, three short breaths and you were gone.
Except that they are not gone, those who live in our hearts; as you live in mine, wherever I am, day by day.
"Bright be the place of thy soul" - Byron.
For Violet Rosamund Eggleton, 19.10.1917 - 31.8.1993