Letter to mum
Five weeks after my sister passed away, my mum left under the cover of night, many years of suffering at an end. A brain haemorrhage had taken her voice and paralysed most of her body, and yet she stayed. For my dad. For us.
The gift of choice
I knew when the face of my oldest sister appeared on my phone that death was coming, that it was looking at me through her beautiful brown eyes, that a choice point was being reached.