I can't believe this...
she is dead...
my grandgrandmother...
she was 93 years old...
and she is gone now...
she was so strong - all her life...
her husband died in the World War 2...
her children died on the delivery and when they had nothing to eat...
her elder son died after the operation on his brain...
but...she never allow her grief destroy her life...
her younger son, my grandfather, saved her life about 5 years ago and took care of her all these years while she was paralysed...couldn't eat...didn't recognize us...was out of her mind completely...was crashing her bones falling from her bed, because she didn't remember that she wasn't able to walk...
when I recollect now her face...and body...during these 5 years or so...I can't stop crying...she was so skinny...very small and very skinny...no hair on her head...the eyes without consciousness...but because of her eyes she looked like a little child...
I must go home...
...but I don't want to......