• The old womens hand covered in wrinkles reached for my fragile body. I lay still in the luminesnt white covers. Her hand shaking as she touches my sweating face. I shut my eyes as the tears roll down my cheek. Her words float through the nights air. I Love You. She whispers. The last time I see this women, my loving Grandmother was in my dream. That dream where she comes to me in the night to say those gentle words. I lay in my bed and miss her dear only to awake in the night with fear. Will I ever be with her agian??