In the early hours of July 11, 1999, I lost two very significant people in my life. One of them was my mother, the other was a stranger.
I'd known for a year my mum was dying, and I was dedicated to being there for her when it happened. The hospice promised they'd be able to warn me when the time was close, but they misjudged the signs, so instead of being at her bedside, I was in a stranger's bed.