Today my very beautiful and lovely mum, Marianne, passed away from a long battle with vascular dementia. Up until her death, I was collating her notes for her book, And A Nightingale Sang, and had reached 20,000 words. I would like to publish a hard copy of the book (as she always wanted) with the funds raised and any remaining money/profits to go to Dementia UK, whom have been very supportive of the book.