When we arrived to her room, and my son was hiding in the hallway, scared what death would look like this close, she woke and called to me, while citing a Danish hymn that goes somewhat like this; "Come join me, last Nightwatch, dressed as one of my dear ones. Sit down right here, next to me, and talk with me, friend to friend."
We spend 3 hours with her that afternoon, witnessed her cheerful and playful as always, sharing memories from my childhood, and witnessing how she enjoyed listetning to us while playing a game right next, "there is nothing I want more right now"; she said to my son, smiling, "than to play that game with you right now."
She dazed away before we left her room, never to wake up again. And she died the coming day.
She would have turned 101 three month later that year.
I have been thinking about her all day today, and my gratitude moment is in her memory. I am extremely grateful for having had her in my life, as well as having had the chance to say goodbye, and sharing that moment with my son!