So it looks like my grandmother is on her last days.

While sad in and by itself, that's not the bit I hate...after all she's 100 years old, had a good life, has a rich descendance (15 children, 26 grandchildren, around 32 great-grandchildren (I lost count here) and 1 great-great-grandchild) and until a few months ago, she was still living by herself.

It's the waiting that is killing me. Not knowing if and when she will pass away and whether I'll be able to attend the service (it's out of town, 800km/500 miles away, and I have a couple appointments coming that I can't...