Even though recalling her death is still sad and painful, the memory of that bizarre last day still makes the girls laugh. We went through our repertoire of hits from Disney films, a range of Christmas songs (despite it being the height of summer), all my mother’s favourites and one or two old-fashioned Scottish ditties. Every time a nurse or doctor came into the room they smiled and shook their heads at the sight of the three of us lolling around belting out songs in inglorious disharmony.
