Just as I was about to leave for work this morning I had a phone call from my mum – to let me know that my Gran has died last night. I’m now in a strange, mixed-up mood of sadness and pleased/relieved. She was 95 and for the last couple of weeks (since a fall that put her hip out) has been immobile, so in many respects it was expected, and I think right for her to pass away now. It’s still sad, but at least she was *with it* mentally until the last and it was just her body that was failing her…