She loved to paint. She would spend the entire afternoon standing just to paint a picture. I told her to sit, but she insisted in standing, saying that gave her the most inspiration.
She was devastated when the doctor needed to amputate her right leg due to diabetes. However, that did not deter her from painting. She continued to paint, in wheelchair.
She was painting our family portrait when she suddenly collapsed. We rushed her to the hospital, bringing along her favourite paint, paint brush and the unfinished work. We knew that would be the first thing she would ask for when she woke up.
She finally regained consciousness and demanded to finish her painting. With much difficulty, she finally completed her last piece of work. She handed the painting to me saying, “This is my last present for you. Happy Birthday, my sweetie!”
Peacefully, my grandma, who never forgets my birthday, closed her eyes.
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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Challenge #32. Thank you Priceless Joy for the weekly photo prompt.