I flew home in September, we genuinely thought my Mother was dying, it would have been so easy to fly into Dublin, but no, the rules dictated that I go into Belfast and out Dublin if I chose.
My fabulous sister in law after a full day at work in the IFSC, turned her car around and picked me up.
You and your mother need to get over yourselves, the day I left Dublin I went upstairs to say goodbye and my DM was effectively dead in the bed, unresponsive and it wasn't until I poked her really hard that everything clicked back in.
I stayed in the house for 72 hours only left to go for two walks and then went to the airport and came back to the UK again.
On the upside, she didn't die, on the downside I am still spending my virtual inheritance in my head. ( disclaimer this is a family joke )
I wrote an even longer post, but my PC has eaten it.
I will surmise.
You and your mother need to get a fing grip. *