My gran was 97 when she died, but the coroner said she couldn’t die of old age (it’s not allowed in Cornwall!) We fought to stop the postmortem. Two days before her death she sat up in bed eyes shining, we started to share memories, how she laughed. We talked of being stranded on boats, baking pasties, Papa and singing and all the family came. How she laughed, she loved having us all together. She talked of forgiveness for her daughter for putting her in a home. When she died my daughter (Ellie was only 19 years old) and I bathed and dressed her and we all raised a cup of tea.