ミレイの兄の彼女さんの話とか 関わってきた人達の実話

I started to break down when I was in the first year of junior high school

One precious family member

Died continuously for 3 years

It’s like I’m being dragged into the afterlife, I wonder if I’ll be too I thought many times

And the idea hits

I was told that my grandma was in critical condition, so I rushed to the hospital.

But what I saw in the hospital in the middle of the night be

Died a few minutes ago in a room in the corner of

the ward

like a foster parent Grandma who raised me every day

with a smile with a gentle face My dear grandma who passed away

After that, I don’t remember much, but my mother helped with post-mortem care.

I wanted to help because

I am also a nurse’s

aspiring

But I couldn’t help but

cry

Did you do your best not to cry at the wake and funeral? Grandma, did you see me off with a smile?