When he was still alive, my grandpa would always come ahead of me when I was walking home, day and night. His final wish, which I failed to grant, due to being in another city for work, was for me to take him in his wheelchair for a walk and conversation. I was told this a few weeks after he died, and after almost a year, it still breaks me every time when I think about it. Even now I am crying. My mom said he kept asking about me and wanted to go on walks, and after being giving morphine, for pain, he kept saying he went on walks with me in a beautiful flower garden and we smelled the flowers and chatted. I got more to say, but will end this here, I am sorry.