After a short illness my Mother died yesterday. Ok, so she was 92 and had not a lot going for her with illnesses which included a broken shoulder, diabetes, dementia and pneumonia but she was my Mum and the only one I had. The Nursing staff and I made efforts to combat her last illness, pneumonia, efforts which included hand feeding and frequent hospital visits together with my wife, Jean, now wheelchair bound with the effects of Alzheimers. Together we got my Mother back to a stage where she was due to be discharged from Hospital and, in fact, she was only 12 hours away from returning to her Residential Care Home when she died. Just suffering the usual pangs of loss and doubt now. Could I have done more? What if this and what if that etc. The biggest problem I will have over the coming weeks is that there is no one available to sit round the kitchen table with a cup of tea and talk things through as my wife can no longer understand or use words at all and my Sister, who has had a violent attack of the type of Christianity which rejects family life, is very dismissive of the whole family relationship idea. Ahh well, that's families for you.