Some of us believe that, after the third day of the funeral procession of our love one…that love one will make us feel his/her presence for the last time. Well, based on my own experience, it’s true.
On the third night after my grandma’s funeral, it was exactly 11 P.M., my whole family was sleeping soundly. All of us stayed and slept on the second level of our house. But me?..I’m still awake that night. The truth is I really enjoy staying awake and feeling the tranquility of the night.
In the middle of that very quiet night something fell on the floor. That loud sound broke the inaudible peaceful night. We heard that earsplitting sound of broken glasses dropped on the floor. My heart was profusely striking with fears that time. After a few seconds, I heard footsteps going downstairs. I looked surreptitiously to see who it was. It was my youngest brother who went robustly down to see it. I unsoundly did went after him. And yes, I was right, It was my grandma’s picture frame that fell down the floor. I was expecting that something inevitable will happen on that particular night. So, without thinking, I just quickly clean the mess and we both went back to sleep and prayed for my grandma’s soul.