I think these days were some of her happiest if her stories are anything to go by.
After the war she met and married my Dad, I was born on Christmas Day 1948 at 11.55pm by C Section and my brother was born in 1951.
I always remember her as a hard working lady , who's favourite phrase was to hurry up and do the work so that we could sit and do nothing .
Unfortunately she got her wish as she was diagnosed with Dementia and spent the last years of her life in a nursing home sitting doing nothing and being beautifully cared for.
A brave woman to the end suffering the indignity of dementia but also leaving her brain to Medical Science so that research could be done to discover more.
Eventually we found out that she had a rare form of dementia and the scientists were so grateful for her donation.
So that was my Mum, a great lady who would be the first to say she didn't always get it right but she loved her children, she loved her dogs and she loved life!