Goodbye.

I'm sitting next to my dying grandmothers bed side. Listening to her moan in pain. Her faint breathing, and her body bare. She doesn't wish to wear any clothes, she wants to feel free. I'm talking to her, and saying last goodbyes while there is no one else around. Her Cancer has gone from her Breast, to her Liver, to her bones, and now her Brain. I don't even know if she knows I'm here. Or if she understands the words I'm saying to her. My grandmother is a wonderfully strong willed person, and to see her like this kills me. I know she's ready to die, and I'm ready for her to stop suffering. I love her so much. I just hope that I turn out to be the woman she wanted me to be. I will always remember the good times. I will always remember how hard you fought for your life. I'll always remember how much you loved me and our family. I'm going to miss you so much.