I went to visit my maternal grandmother. She is 105 years old.

She collapsed from a cerebral infarction five months ago,
and her condition has worsened, so it seems she is preparing for her final moments.
She cannot open her eyes and her consciousness is clouded, but
when her great-granddaughter held her hand and said, "Grandma, I'll come again,"
she softly whispered, "Let's meet again."
She even waved her hand.
The uncles who were with her were surprised.
They said she had been unresponsive for several days.
She has worked so hard,
and I hope she finds peace.
I even went ahead and had her funeral clothes made today.