I had just helped my Mum with her treatment, and the conversation went like this: "are you okay Mum?" "Yes love I'm fine" "I love you" "I love you too". That was the last conversation I had with her. Tomorrow morning at 10am will be a year since I found my best friend on the bedroom floor. And at 7:30pm - kicking out time in ICU - it will be a year since my fantastic, wonderful Mum knew who me, my DS and DB were. Mum died on 15th April 2013. I miss her so much. I don't even know why I am writing this, it is just nice to share with those who understand. X