on my deathbed

Lying on bed with little consciousness, I look around the room, searching for the familiar faces that I loved so much. They are there, my dearest daughter and my granddaughter. They stand at the door, looking at me, weeping, with sadness in their eyes. I give them a weak smile. I know I was dying. I am 82, have lived long enough and have enjoyed so much good time. Five years ago, I sent my husband away, and now, it¡¯s my time.
The pain tortured me for a long time seems to disappear now. I feel calm and peaceful. Then I see a tunnel of white light coming towards me. The light is gentle and warm, and a figure is looming at the end of the tunnel. I find myself in the tunnel, walking towards the figure. As I walk, a succession of pictures flashing before me, all are pictures of me, from my childhood to the old age, just like a video camera rewinding my whole life.
I see a picture of my great grandpa and me, me riding a tricycle quickly and grandpa chasing me, looking angry. Oh, I do r...