I collected Mum from the home on Christmas Day - it will be the first Christmas she hasn't spent the night with the rest of the family after Christmas dinner and I was worried about taking her back and how she might feel. I was going to collect her on Boxing Day again - it was just the nights we felt we couldn't handle. The day went very well; she recognised all of us and her grand-children and was really composed, happy and affectionate. When I took her back, one of the other residents was waiting by the lift and she couldn't find her home - very distressed. Mum took charge quite naturally. She said, stay and have dinner with us, you can have a bed for the night and we'll look for your house in the morning. At midnight I got a call and she was unwell. By Boxing Day afternoon I had arranged to meet the ambulance at the hospital. She had a terrible infection but after the painkillers in the drip, was quiet. My sisters, my brother and I stayed with her until the end during the afternoon of the 27th. She wasn't conscious and seemed peaceful. It had been a lovely Christmas Day and a peaceful end but oh how I miss her. She was the best.