Then, after a month or so back in Scalby, Scalby, my mother passed away, effectively from a broken heart. I had to tell my dad. ‘I’m so sorry, but Mum has passed away.’ He looked at me and with perfect lucidity, the first and only time he’d shown that since the big bleed, and said, ‘I know.’ It was remarkable how his damaged brain was suddenly able to comprehend; how he even seemed to sense what had happened before I told him. Theirs was, in the end, a true love story.
Omg so sad and also a huge fear
