I got the call from mum's nursing home this morning asking family to come.
She's very old, has had vascular dementia for 5 years and it's way past her time to go.
We've gone through the black humour hours, especially when Don't Fear the Reaper came on the radio (we are now listening to a Frank Sinatra type playlist), had our sad moments when the lovely vicar came to bless and annoint her and are now just shattered.
I've done this a couple of times before and it's just strange, watching and waiting