My grandmother was sick, im not sure what was wrong but it was something in the brain, she wouldent eat or drink, and diden't talk, for the most part a least, the people who worked on the elderhome she was at, said she talked in the nightime but they coulden't understand anything. She had been sick like this for two days i think, and she haden't eaten or drunk anything the while time, they had only watered mouth and lips with this cotton thingy. And my family argued about whether theyd put her on an like a food machine thing where she gets fed through a tube. Well, my family wanted it at first, but my aunt disagreed. So my sister got pissed and went to the elderhome to talk to the people who worked there. They said it could make it worse, i dont remember why, but they coulden't And then my family agreed that she shouldent. This was the day after i had visited her. At the day I visited her I held her hand and she pressed. Which means she was aware i was there, and the nurses said she could understand and hear everything around her. I hope that was true. I was given the choice to sleepover there, but i choosed not too. And that is the thing i regret the most. I could see it on her face that she was sad we left. And i really wish i would have been there with her, she died three days later, with people who loved her all around her. My sister had slept over the day she died, and she told me that in the night she coulden't sleep cause she was afraid that my grandmother would die while she slept, so she kept staying away that night and it wasen't the only reason, she said she could feel other people around in the room. My sister slept on a sofa right beside the bed of my grandmother. There was a wooden stool there and she heard it squick like someone sat down on it. She also said there were more than one person there that came and went, but the person who sat down on the wooden stol stayed there the whole night, and I like to think that it was grandfather who was there with her. She said he stayed there the whole time even throughout the next day when the rest of the people who were supposed to be there came. i, my little sister and dad who is the son of her, stayed home. She slept in there, and the nurses said she diden't Hurt, because they had given her morfin. She died with a smile on her face, i think she saw all the people that had left her before, and now they would meet again. She went away with grandfather that day, and he had waited 40 years for her, so I think they both were ready. I wish i had been there that last day, and slept over the days before, but i diden't. I think my goodbye was right there when i held her hand, and hugged her. Im a 15 year old girl, Norwegian, so my english isen't that well. I diden't know it was the last time i would se her in this lifetime, and that's the thing i regret the most. I hope she knew how much i loved her and wanted to be there.