She was the best

Sadly, my mother passed away about eight years ago. I cared for her as well as I could, as she suffered from pain 24/7. It all started when recouping from a brain operation, of which she was staying at a friends house. My mother was quite independent, and didn't want to depend on people to do even the simplest of chores. Anyway, mum was bringing the washing in, and as she climbed the stairs outside, she could feel herself topple. She knew that there was concrete behind her and grass to the side, so she decided to push herself towards the side where the grass was. But when she landed, she landed with a twist and damaged the siatic nerve down the back. She went to doctors and there was nothing really they could do for her except to put her on morphine when it started getting bad with the pain. The only thing that she found that helped, was smoking a joint. I watched her slowly fade away, as when she would eat, it would simply come back up. For those that don't know, try eating when you're in severe pain. It was the saddest and hardest day of my life, when I saw her pass away right in front of me.
Mum had many friends, and a lot of those friends considered her to be either, a sister, an aunt or a mother. She got so much respect from people, and it didn't take long for strangers to know and adore her.
I have a lot of memories when I was growing up, of a mother who was great with us boys, (there was 3 of us) but if we did wrong, we knew about it. But I was one of these kids who was in and out of hospital, mostly with pneumonia, and caught whatever that was going around. We were by far rich, but mum made sure that we didn't go without, and I'm sure that she had gone without just to make sure we were fed.
She met a guy, who was the father of one of my brothers, and he lived with us for a number of years. When he was sober, he was okay, but he was the cliche' of a drunk man, (in those days) and use to beat up on her. Well one night, while I was at a friends place, he came home drunk. Without going into details, she had accidentally killed him. She served two years, and all us boys were separated. Not long before that happened I started studying at The School of Fine Arts.
She was and had to be one of the best mums ever.
R.I.P. mum.
Miss you always