I was at my grandma's care home from noon to around ten thirty yesterday. Her breathing had become labored so we all were there. My relatives from Calgary. Around 5:00 most of them had gone to run errands, or take a walk, and it was just my aunt and me in the room. That was when my grandma's breathing became very shallow and very quiet, and then stopped altogether. She passed away around 5:34.

The entire time I was there, I was reciting om mani pedme hum in my mind, and I continued to do so for most of the time afterward until the funeral home people came to remove her body. I was the only one there who didn't cry, as I was relieved that she was finally freed of that broken body. Everyone said their goodbyes, and all I said was, "See you later."

I'm glad I was able to be there when she took her last breaths.