Love her hands and nails!
Mom had beautiful elegant hands and fingernails, which most of us remember as always being painted and long.
Her hands were always warm to the touch and in the last few years of her life, she grew very touchy feely, always touching the faces of those who visited her in her flat, even the gas man(!) and holding on to them and not letting them go; crying if they said goodbye! It was endearing to watch her get so attached to those looking after her.
I was glad to be one of those who looked after her towards the end as I did not like how she was treated for the two years she stayed in the nursing home. I tried my hardest to make her life there happy but constantly fought with the nursing home management which kept changing and promises were not kept. We all know what nursing homes are like and I do not appreciate being invalidated and told that mom was in a good place and well looked after as she was not. She was not happy there. She looked a mess and ten years older than she was, haggard and unhappy and was constantly falling out of her wheelchair or chair and cutting her head open etc, amongst other things.
She always looked unhappy when I went to visit her and I grew to hate going to the nursing home as I did not like how they looked after it. It was a horrible reminder that as hard as I tried to ensure mom was being looked after well, the management would make promises, do as Sue and I asked for a few days and then would forget, and revert back to old routines. It never lasted. There were too many staff, lack of handovers; same happened in the hospital - poor service and lack of handover notes and no one cared.