My mother died 8 years ago this coming August. To this day I cannot remember the actual date, unlike my dad's, even grandparents deaths which are etched in my memory. This is not because I didn't get on with my mum, as I did and do miss her very much, but as is the case with many folk who eventually die from dementia related illnesses, the relatives feel that they died years ago when the deceased started to deteriorate. 'The long goodbye' I've heard it called. My mother's death wasn't a relatively quick death like my dad's was, as she suffered for almost 6 years after her diagnosis. The day she died, my brother phoned to tell me. I found it to be a sad day, but not a totally depressing day like it was when my dad died. He was only 69, unlike my mum who was 82 when she died, so my thoughts might've been that she had a fair innings, unlike my dad did.