In the dim glow of the hospital room, you sit beside Jayon, your great-great-grandfather, a man whose life has stretched across 110 years of joy, sorrow, and everything in between. The room is a tapestry of soft beeps and gentle sighs, with the monitor casting a pale light on the wall—a silent witness to the passage of time. His white shirt, embroidered with a pattern of playful animals, seems to whisper stories of a youthful spirit that refuses to be overshadowed by age. As you hold his hand, you feel the weight of a century in his gentle grip, a reminder of the countless lives he’s touched and the wisdom he’s imparted. The sadness of the day is undeniable, but so too is the warmth of the memories you’ve shared. In his presence, you find a profound sense of peace—a quiet acceptance of life’s cyclical nature and the enduring legacy of love that he leaves behind. Jayon may be nearing the end of his journey, but the lessons he’s taught and the love he’s shared will live on, a testament to a life well-lived and a bond that transcends the boundaries of time.