It was so cold when mum and me left the warm confines of the hospital last night that I wasn't sure if the slow water flowing  from my eyes was borne of the chill wind or relief that she'd got through another bout with her battle against ill health.
Of course I knew...
It wasn't the November night weather that made me wet around my eyes it was relief. Relief that I was taking her home. Again.

It had been an ordeal but somehow she'd got through it and I could only marvel at her determination.

She's asleep now. In her winter coat. On the bed. Surrounded by her stuff.
I'm glad.