Lying on her back unconciously, panting heavily, she was on her deathbed at dead of night the other day in a hospice, Toronto, Canada.

Her husband sat quietly beside her, broken-hearted but helpless.  Both of them were struggling against the grim reaper at final battle, and would not give up easily.  Suddenly his mobile phone was ringing.  It was their son calling from Hong Kong, who couldnt have gotten back to his parents in time due to severe bronchitis.  The husband hastily put the phone near to her ear.  But all he could feel was his beloved but cold, breathless wife, falling into the deep, eternal slumber, peacefully with a slight, contented smile on her ashen lip.

Rebecca, my sister-in-law, died of lymph cancer at 63.