I was studying for the upcoming exam. It was August 2, '09, Sunday, about 10:30PM. I think I was studying for my Social Studies subject. I was deep in my studies when I remembered something from the past. Read further to find out what it is.
It was back in 2001. My grandmother died because of Colon Cancer...
During the first days of her death ceremony, I don't know why, but I just wasn't sad. But on the before her burial, I suddenly realized that she was out of my life forever, and that I was never going to see her loving face, hear her tender voice and feel her caring touch again. I cried so hard that night.
The next day, we went to the church for her burial rites. It was my second time to be in a catholic church. The first time was when I was a flower girl at my aunt's wedding.
I can still remember approaching Lola Tessie's (her real name was Teresita) coffin and placing a hand-made card on top of the glass that covered her pale dead body. I always thought that she would be able to read it once she reaches heaven. I'm still hoping for that...
Watching her coffin being buried was one of the saddest days of my life.
I miss grandma so much. I'm "wishing you were somehow here again. Wishing you were somehow near..."
I don't know what made me remember her on that night. But I'm glad I did. I'd almost forgotten that time.
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