It was the 80th birthday of her mother, my grandmother. She had kept track of that date somehow deep down inside her, for although she was already bedridden by then, she gathered all her strength a few days before that date, got up and said, she wanted to drive there.
In the end, we had the birthday at our place, just among family. But I didn’t feel like drinking champagne. 

I came home from school, and my aunt came towards me through the garden and told me
 

Until … nursed at home.

….

…. even put on her glasses. That was …

…. for her.