From Gold
I am filled with fear and anxiousness. Constantly staring hard onto her chest to see if it rises and falls.
Oh how delicate she is now, like a baby.
The worried eyes all around, the steady hands and comforting voices. It’s all so heart warming at the same time distressing.
At least we are all together, at least we have each other.
Granny, I’ll miss you. I won’t ever forget you. Let go if you want to, we will let you go.
We all love you so very much.