The three angels
•I buried my mother in Dublin last week. Her quality of life became poor over her last two years as she battled against the effects of earlier smoking on her eyesight, heart and lungs.
But the people of Dublin were there to help. Bus drivers left their buses and walked her across to her little apartment; some even helped her up the steps and into her little 'home'.
Three complete strangers, her "three angels", did her shopping, washing and ironing and took her to get her silver hair done every week.