On a hot Saturday afternoon just 4 days ago, I was by her hospital bedside watching her gasping for breath. We were encouraged to see some signs of improvement, but sadly she passed away shortly after I left.
The last few weeks had been sad. Her condition deteriorated day by day. Hope turned into despair, then finally, we just had to accept that it was time for her to go. Watching someone dear slowly die is so painful. We couldn't bear to see her suffer like that.
She had touched the lives of many people because every time I visited at the hospital, there were friends and family holding her hands, stroking her face, singing to her and massaging her legs. Why must good people like her go so soon?