There was a power outage and the hospital could only use candles for lighting. The old man in the hospice ward held the light of the candle beside the bed and said to his grandson who was guarding him: "This light is the same as the light your grandma used to sew clothes under a kerosene lamp when she was young." The grandson held his grandfather's hand, and he closed his eyes in the candlelight. The grandson kept the candle and lit it every year on his grandfather's death anniversary. He said: "The candle is out, but the light is in my heart."
