My mum passed away this morning at 2.45. She was 80 and had a terminal lung condition, she contracted pneumonia on Saturday and the hospital said they could do no more. We didn't think she'd go so soon, my dad and brother had gone home, but something made me stay with her. She became agitated and was saying bizarre things, so the lovely nurses gave her something and then she just slept. I was watching her chest rise and fall and then it didn't. She took her final breaths with me and two nurses holding her hand. So peaceful and I'm so glad I stayed. I can't sleep and I just don't know where to begin or what to do first.