As she slowly drifted away from us, I handed her a chrysanthemum, her favorite flower. She felt it in her hands and smiled. And then it was over. I was crying, but that smile on her face was all I needed to get through it. 2008-02-24T16:56:22Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/22343 <p>I&#8217;m picturing a beloved grandmother in this scene. It&#8217;s sad, but comforting. Well done!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/22343?basename=43523 2008-02-24T16:56:22Z BARomero http://ficlets.com/authors/baromero