I greeted. Sunday. I gave her two kisses and told her "I love you, Grandma." I do not think there was nothing else to say. I felt that was the last time, but she was still there, ready to respond "I", ready to hold my hand and point out how the predictions were wrong, not because it had snowed! It 'was the last day when there was still something about her on Monday and Tuesday there was only confusion silence. Oh she was, she was always in his bed, just sleeping. And so it has been for 4 days before leaving for good, in my sleep, just as he wanted. Has crowded out all the doctors she has withstood more against all the odds, had a strong heart, I hope I have inherited at least half of that strength! She was tenacious, he had always done, always check, but never two grandchildren with us, with us it was all a "you are there if they want candy," "Tonight you go to have some fun '? Do well, too I used to dance when I was young. " Was attached to life, but he was not afraid of death, indeed, wanted to make it clear what to do with her things after that there was more, even after trying to control! We waited for that fateful moment for four interminable days, day and night, until noon on that Saturday, when the inevitable has happened. On March 5, as his father, that she was the only to be able to keep in line, same day, same age. The road to get to that point was long, difficult and painful for her, for all. We have become accustomed to its absence in the daily activities a little at a time, but it is true that you're never quite ready. Already I miss not seeing her die sitting on a chair in the yard, not to see her in the garden when I get home in the afternoon, not to hear her enter the house when we just sat down at the table. I knew I would miss even the annoying things, I miss everything about her already! It 's just begun, but the thought of not being able to go into her room to see it is unsustainable. It takes time, there is still a grandfather and I am very happy indeed of what is left, the problem is what is lacking. They are no longer went to see her in the chest with the Virgin Mary to whom he was so devoted, in that dress she had bought with me for 50 years of marriage I did not want to remember it, I remember her smiling, happy to see his grandchildren. Do not see it in that window yesterday was terrible, almost surreal, like a sense of emptiness that I feel and makes me burst into tears even though I would not, as unreal as that clock stopped that she and my grandfather gave me for my First Communion and years indicates the time that she's gone.
