I was dragged away from the PC to go and see Harry Potter...
I was with both of my parents when they passed and the circumstances could not have been more different...
My father passed quietly, not a word, just looking out of the window in the hospice, still looking for the reasons he survived the War - fate is an odd thing...
My mother, on the other hand (I've inherited her jaw gene) could talk the hind legs off a donkey (be thankful you're where you are - I could persuade the "mega" donkey [thank u DA] to go for a walk, afterwards, if only in desperation to get away from me in full rant mode...!)... before she fell silent and passed in the early hours of the morning (they "put her to sleep", the only way I can view it), one of my cousins was there with us, translating what she was saying (she had been "asleep" for most of the evening, but still talking, and only in Gaelic) - we were told that she was chatting to all sorts of people, like she was at a "ceilidh", a dance, or a party, but my cousin was a bit unnerved by it all as all the names she mentioned were people who had already passed, like they were welcoming her home... the last coherent word I heard her say was "purple", what ever that was meant to mean...