I was with both parents when they died. My father, aged 55 in hospital and my mother 10 or so years later with Alzheimers.
The care home called one Friday evening to say that Mum had taken a turn for the worst and the local curate had been in and said the prayers for the sick and dying. I went to the care home to see her and she was stable and stayed the night. I called my sister who came over the next day and we stayed with her for the following week. The care home staff were very kind and we took it in turn to sleep at night in the lounge. My Mum had had the disease for at least 10 years (early onset) My sister and I sat either side of the bed and just talked, about all sorts of things. Mum had pneumonia at this point and that was hard to deal with. The following Saturday my sister's husband drove over and she went out to see him. I was idly talking to Mum when I noticed that she'd changed colour. I said to her "Mum you've gone grey" and then noticed that there was no pulse. Her heart had just stopped.
As I left the care home, I felt as though a great weight had been lifted from me - a physical feeling. I had been grieving for her gradual loss for many years and when she actually died there was no more grief.
In the early stages she used to get the train up to London and I would meet her at Fenchurch Street. We would go around the shops, have lunch, maybe a museum, once it was the St David's Day concert at the Albert Hall. She was Welsh and she liked to sing. I remember walking round M & S with Mum, seeing older women with their mothers, enjoying themselves together, and feeling sad that that would never be me.
My father was different. He had cancer and was meant to be at home with my Mother and sister with the aid of MacMillan Nurses. However, his GP sent him back to hospital (UCH) where the staff were very kind. The whole family arrived and they gave us the use of a sitting room to camp in and we all lived, on and off, in the hospital.
It's very difficult to forget these last images of my parents and I have to work hard to remember them as I really knew them.