You may remember me writing this a little while ago.
When she came out of hospital, she had a health visitor every day and they delivered a special hospital bed and mattress which was set up in the back room of the property.
Three weeks ago, her husband came to tell us that she’d passed away at home whilst he’d been on the phone to 999.
It was what she wanted, and the funeral is today.
She had been ill for many years, but there would be no autopsy because Covid-19 was nothing to do with it and she had gone on her own terms.
Their son has been here for a few days and because of the current situation and social distancing, it will be a very small and private affair.
By all accounts, she didn’t want any fuss, pomp, or ceremony. She left strict instructions that he wasn’t to spend a lot of money on a ‘fancy casket’, service or flowers. Apparently flowers aren’t available anyway, but the funeral home have a wreath of artificial ones for effect which can be used again.
I think she would have been happy with that and the way things have turned out.
I made a special card which we put through the door this morning. Our thoughts are with them all, and although we didn’t know her that well, I’ve missed seeing her at the window.
RIP dear lady.