The last three weeks of my grandmother’s life.

During these weeks, I had a strong impulse to document all these precious moments. In a way, I feel like it was the only way I could handle knowing that these would be her last days. She was fully coherent the whole time, and didn’t mention the fact that she is going to die, even once.

She was a strong classy woman who had mischievous eyes, and I’m grateful for the time I had with her.