The days go slow and the nights are dark. I cry everynight wishing you would come back. Sit in your bedroom observing the air, hoping to hear something, and you are really there. Touching your bed the memories return, of how much you suffered, it was a real concern. Doctors gave false hope and said you'd be fine, changing medication so frequently we should have noticed the signs. You didn't know who you were, couldn't walk and hardly talk. Hallucinating and confused we knew we were losing you. Changed so drastically in a matter of weeks, from a strong independant woman to a person who couldn't hold a fork to feed. It got to a point where the doctor had said: "It's best if we admit her, but be prepared" "First 24 hours are critical" Some true words spoken there. For the next day at 9am she was pronounced dead. Slipped away through our fingers, a fight she couldn't win. A day in which my life stood still and to this day, struggles to start again. The days go slow and the nights are dark. I cry everynight wishing you would come back. Sit in your bedroom observing the air, hoping to hear something, and you are really there. To this day I miss her incredibly, the day she died my step-mum (I'm more inclined to say real mum, as she always was to me) took a part of me with her that can never be replaced. A woman with so much love to give, a woman who was so so strong, a born fighter only to be bought down by an illness which could have been prevented from killing her if the doctors found it earlier. I think it's important to realise that even though my step-mum lost the ability to do a lot of things herself, she was still considered a person. I'm crying as I type this but just thinking of the type of person she was and the things she used to do brings a smile to my face. I love you mum, and always will.