My daughter was exceptionally kind.
She shopped for, and helped the people in the little road where she lived. (Even though they were less than kind to her at times)
She turned her car around and went back to the hospital where we had just spent almost ten hours, because my neighbour was in a panic about catching the bus.
She sponsored animals, children abroad, and contributed a huge amount towards her friends shopping each week.
She never judged anyone, always tried to consider others' feelings or issues, and all of her last texts to me were urging me to try and rest, and apologising for needing help.
She took my mum shopping, gradually doing more and more of it herself, without complaints, for over ten years, and cut mums grass for longer still. She called in to see my mums hairdresser, who was diagnosed with cancer, and ended up taking her for her chemo sessions, although she really didn't even know her that well.
She listened to a nurse who chose to confide in her while she was in hospital, and she tried to help other patients wherever and however she could.
She was funny, and feisty, loved animals, and people.
I couldn't be more proud.