One second.

Today, granny fell down the staircase that leads to our appartment.
During a second, a very long one, i saw her lying on the floor: not moving, not saying anything, not even complaining...and i thought she was dead. I thought it was over and i felt very guilty.
Guilty, because i should have been behind her to prevent her from falling down, because i felt like i hadn't told her enough that i loved her so much, because i felt like i hadn't took enough care of her, because it wasn't the way i wanted to let her go.

I know it sounds old-fashioned to say that we should tell those we love that we do love them so much, but today i experienced this situation and i can tell it's not that old-fashioned.
Granny's alright tonight, and i cross my fingers so she will be fine as long as possible.
I love you granny and i still need you a lot.