She was 98. Had two daughters, outlived one of them. Was married for 72 years, until her husband died, 8 years ago. Had two great-grandchildren and two great-great-grandchildren (one of them, my cousin, is sixteen now). Got hit with a shrapnel to her leg during the first world war. Had three different names and three different dates of birth, so the family kind of suspects she might have been a spy.
She's been hospitalised three times during the last two months, and we've been waiting for this. Yesterday the doctors told us we could just sit in the hospital for as long as necessary, that all we could do was wait. It is sort of a relief except when it's really not.