She was a second mother to me.
Unfortunately she passed away before my divorce. Strange as it may seem she often encouraged me to leave her daughter.
We used to often have deep an meaning fulls over red wine or brandy. I'll never forget the night when she suggested I go and get a fluesy for the night. That was typical of her, she always saw things for what they were, and had a great sense of humour.
When we were younger she was like a second mum to her sons friends.
As her health declined she told me "I don't want a big fuss made of my departure, when the time is here just let me go in the night, no tubes and machines"
She did just that. When we got the phone call from the hospital late one night I knew what had happened when they asked for my wife. I felt an air of calmness and woke my son and organised to collect my daughter.
There was a feeling of serenity as we entered the room to see her laying there without movement. I could hear her voice as many conversations flashed through my mind.
She was great friend to many, well loved by all that knew her, and still a great part of me.