
I did get a bit tearful and short of breath. I remember looking down at my watch to see how long before we arrived. I sat with the stewardess for some of the flight and then went back to my own seat.
The driver I'd worked with on some films came to meet me. He was going to drive me to Wales straight away. I phoned my sister and she said, "She's just died." I asked what time and she'd died exactly as the plane had landed.
My sister took me through the last night with my mother. She said she started to slip away about 2am and they'd said to Mum, "Hold on, Jon's coming." It coincided with the time I'd got short of breath.
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Wow. A powerful story!
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