Witnessing mum like this is almost as bad as the last three years of dementia. She may have escaped end stage dementia, but now she has to slowly drown in her own juices. I think they can't be ready for her yet. Maybe dad is saying the bunting isn't quite right! Oh dear God, I hope there is some peace in the next life, after what we have to witness and endure on this earth. Thank you, all you wonderful people, for your words of comfort and support, I can definitely feel your spirit with me, and walking the corridors with me too. This is no peaceful passing by any means, but they assure me she's comfy.