I am in the countryside to visit my grandmother. (Her place is little far away from where I live.) She is the last grandparent. Others passed away long ago. She is 97 years old. After her husband, my grandfather died, she managed their business, employees by herself, and had lived alone more than 20 years ago. I really respect her and thank her very much. She always supports me mentally and financially. Thanks to her, I could graduate from university and get a chance to study abroad. Every time I face trouble or lose in my life; she always listens to me and gives me advice. Whenever I face trouble or feel lost in my life, she always listens and gives me advice. Grandparents are always in my life, their existence has changed and influenced my life and. Unfortunately, a few months ago, she slipped in her house and broke her arm. She had wanted to live at her house until the very end of her house. After the operation, she tried to go back to her house, but her hope couldn’t come true. She had to move to nursey home. This golden week, we stay at her house and visit her place. Since childhood, I have visited and stayed here many times. There are many memories everywhere in this house. I can touch and feel our memories. And I can touch her life, her effort to manage and maintain this house, her life. I respect her. There is less time for her to be with us, it is very sad, but it is inevitable. I want to deserve her love the rest of her life as much as I can.