Please forgive me for copying a post I also made on Mumsnet, but it encompasses everything.
Do you know, she was incredible.
When I was fifteen I had a friend who was in a very bad place. My mam fostered her. She then fostered a sixteen year old, getting him a home and job, then went 'official', and went on to foster over thirty teenagers. Every single one of them ended up in a home, or place of their own, and with a job to go to. She used to go from 6am until 10pm every day, sorting things out. We never wanted for anything. But she did, because every spare penny she ever had went to kids or animals. My mam spent bugger all on herself.
I can't do what she did. I just do not have that drive. She was incredible.
Whenever we turned up at her house, within an hour, a full meal appeared.
Just like that.
There was always a bed, always food, always love. Never questions, never judgement.
She was only in her late fifties. How bloody unfair is that?
She had just been on a foreign holiday. The first she had had for years, because she spent her money on others, and it was a disaster. She was only home for a few days before died.
Sorry. I am rambling. Just cannot believe she has gone.