Remembering the 5th of March

As the doctor stepped into the room, we knew. Bros Kay, our eldest brother looked at me as if to say prepare yourself. For the few seconds which felt like a lifetime, we waited for the doctor to say the inevitable. My mum had passed. Sisi Comfort was gone. Co-co-co as she was fondly called by friends because of her smart way of walking, despite her diminutive figure, had left us. It was the 5th of March. A Sunday morning. 9:36am.