i suppose this time was my last time to see her alive, she was frailly lying on the bed, although morphine was constantly injected into her body, she still could not help giving a groan of pain... she was too hurt and too frail to talk, i looked around, people kept talking. Stroking her hair and forehead, I could not stand and dropped tears quietly. She sometimes shakily and slowly raised her hands, people said she was tending to pull off those cannuas on her face, so I lightly pressed he hands... and whispered by her ears " grandma, don't be afraid, i know you are suffering the pang, i am praying for you. Please bear for a few days more, and you will be set free from the pang...". she seemed to try to say somthing, but the voice was so blurry and quiet so i couldn't understand, I looked around, people still kept talking. Turning round and looking at her face, "it's a pity that none has the priesthood in this room... or grandmom could have a priesthood blessing... " I was thinking sadly... 

people left the room but me , they called me to leave to the restaurant for lunch, I could not stand anymore and cried to her " grandmom.. i am leaving... please..please take care.. i will come back to see you again.. " the nurse came in and asked her " your granddaughter is here, do you know? ", suddenly she  said quietly and toughly " yes.. i do.."  I walking back to her and whispered with tears " I promise you i will come back to see you.. " 

i suppose this time was my last time to see her alive....