It is time to go. As before, everyday big hug came. Her eyes turned red and tears starts to come up. My heart felt like being scratched too. She opened the door and hold the door there. I steped out the door, walking in the hall,  with my head and eyes seeing back to the door, one step forward and one head back. I had hoped that I am the last one to see the last moment. I thought she thinks that way too.

Car music was haunted around and the weather outside was grey. My tears did not drop in the end but into deepened mind. I am so upset that she finally lost her independece she always fights for. This Friday, she will be moved by her daughters to a new appartment where she will spend her rest life. She might have a good time there. She is so soft that she might be flexible engought to adjust a new life. Her memory start to be working like broken chain of pearls. It might be not bad for her to forget her dead lover and her then-sweet marriage life.

I will visit her in her new place. I love this soft, sensitive, intelligent old lady. I will remember those sweet time we had together. 

Be good and be tought, my little girl.