i just wish I could come to terms with the guilt of not being there for my lovely mum when she finally gave up her life to this awful illness 3 months ago. I had been there with her every day in the year she was in her care home, holding her hand, telling her constantly that I loved her and trying to help her adjust to this new way of living her life. She never settled but received amazing care that I could no longer give her. In her final weeks, losing more than half her body weight, refusing to eat and drinking very little I knew she was coming to the end of her life and the doctor had said that she only had a little time left. Mum was ready to go and she said that she didn’t want to go on living. I kept hoping that she would pass quickly and not have to endure any more suffering. On her last day my brother and I had stayed with her all day but then just popped home for a couple of hours rest. Then came the dreaded call from the care home to say that she had gone. Why oh why did I not stay for just a few hours more to be there with her at the end. I had been with her daily but just wasn’t there at the end and for that I don’t know if I can forgive myself and let go the overwhelming guilt I feel.