Thinking about Anicca (Impermanence)

Yesterday night grandma died.

To be more precise, the grandmother of my girlfriend. Having been diagnosed with advanced liver cancer the doctor gave her three months -- she made it less than six weeks and was happy for it to end then.

I wish her farewell; it cannot be said better as in the death bed poem by Basho:

Stricken on a journey,
My dreams go wandering round
Withered fields.