http://www.heyuemusic.com Grandma Grandma left us in the winter. On that dusky evening she left us, I and a few of my aunts were by her side. It was already very cold then, and we had lit a charcoal fire at home. She lay on the bed, her face unusually pale. As grandma was passing away, her throat made a gurgling sound, and that last breath never came out. I was standing nearby, feeling colder inside bit by bit, fear and horror spreading little by little, enveloping my entire body. I helplessly watched as her eyes lost their luster, felt her body temperature gradually cooling down, slowly stiffening. That kind of feeling cannot be described as mere pain; the end of life is so helpless, not allowing you to grasp even the smallest trace. I don't know if it was because she had lingering attachments to this world, or if there were things she couldn't let go of, but her eyes were open. I forgot whether it was my younger aunt or third aunt who covered them with her hand, and grandma closed her eyes. Even now when I think about that scene, it still pains me. http://www.heyuemusic.com