I have never felt more helpless in my life. My grandma is sick, dying, and there is nothing I can do. When I look at her, I see this echo of a woman that once was vital, strong and alive. Her body is being consumed by this disease, cancer.
Her eyes are all that is still recognizably her. They say that the eyes are the windows to ones soul, it is true. Only in her eyes is the sparkle left, her humour is still visible, but they also show so much pain.
I wish I could stop the world for ever, to hold her in my life.
I wish I could take the pain away from her, to make her burden lighter.
I wish I could give her strength, now that she has none of herself left.
I wish I could hold that frail and broken body in my arms, and give it life again.
But I can't.
All I can do is hold her hand, and let her know how much I love her, and how much I will miss her. It hurts so much. I can't imagine there being anything more difficult, than seeing loved ones in pain, and not being able to stop it.
In the end, all that matters is love.