At the start of last week the doctor said you probably had a few months left. By the middle of the week he'd revised that to a few days. On Sunday your distress ended and you finally found some peace. There are no words to adequately describe the grief, even though expected it doesn't lessen the impact. I've been dropping in to see Mum every day for the past 12 years. Today was the first time it wasn't necessary. It's like a huge piece of a familiar ritual is missing. I feel lost.