My mother, Prof Felicia Huppert, was an amazing person—a pioneering psychologist, transforming research into everything from dementia to wellbeing, an inspirational mentor, and a brilliant mum. But I don’t want to write about her life; I want to write about her death. She died three months ago, in Sydney, Australia, from metastatic breast cancer. The cancer was originally detected and treated in 2012, but came back two years ago in the bone, and in the brain and around the stomach.