From the series "A Glass of Water" about living with my dying mother. Late at night on the 1st of August the medics took her from A&E to a private room on a ward. I told her she had been a good mother. As her pain intensified, she still clung on. I put my scarf under her head to make her comfortable and held her hand. “I am here”, I said. “Mummy, I am here.” Holding on tightly, she took her last breath, her fingers became soft and her arms as fluid as a ballerina.