fallen audience <> picture-ing

Roses for my grandfather who died in the second World War and to my grandmother who was one of 11 people who survived the concentration camp "Bréclav", 11 out of 3000. One day she told me what she had to bear in those 3 years of pain and fear, doubts to survive the next day. Now she is living here with us and everytime when she recalls the happenings, she starts to cry and her heart starts to ache. She is the most important human being in my life, but she will die soon, and I cannot do anything...