Viv died on the 9th of October 2012. She had been in hospital all summer, after having 2 strokes. They discovered, after the 2nd stroke, that she had incurable lung cancer. We expected her to live months, but it turned out to be days. She'd been home from hospital over the weekend, and on the Friday had a gin and tonic party for all her friends. We didn't let anyone know how ill she was, Viv wanted everyone to be happy and the house was full of flowers and get well soon cards. She wanted everyone to think that she was just recovering from her strokes, and would be okay soon. I think it was on the Sunday night that my grandad, her husband, phoned up to say she was about to die. We rushed round as quickly as we could. She lived for another couple of days, with all the family round her bed side. In the end, it was a relief for her to go. She was in such pain, she couldn't talk or move. We spoon fed her crunched up ice to help her swallow and ease her discomfort slightly. She was trying to hold on, but my aunty told her to let go. And she did. We miss her every day.