If you are observant, you would know I’ve been really off for a while now because my grandma’s burial date was drawing nearer. All this while it hadn’t really hit me that my dear grandma was actually gone. I mean I knew she was dead but it hadn’t hit me that I wasn’t going to see her again. For some long family reasons, we traveled for about 10 hours to my grandma’s hometown. We came here on Friday and the first thing I realized was there was no stable network. I was told I would have to go the junction which is about 10 minutes by car before getting a stable network, ehhh what is this again.
I was really surprised I wasn’t even sad throughout the burial service and I wasn’t scared. Normally, I would be scared because someone close to me was dead but this time I felt she was resting peacefully after all, she lived a full life and enjoyed every moment with us. Oh did I say the coffin was right in front of our door? Yes, the empty coffin. You should have seen your girl. I was so brave until I remembered something.
I don’t even know but from nowhere my imaginations were trying to ruin my moments for me and I started imagining what if my grandma wakes up from her bed….I know right.
Off topic, but why is it that all the really handsome men we meet at family events are all cousins. Oh that’s not fair. Any man or should I say any handsome guy I met, my mom would go like “oh have you met your aunt’s sister’s husband’s son?”.
Ehh are you serious right now?
Anyway, back to what I was saying. I was telling @hopestylist and @dwixer that I was not even scared of anything and then it was time for us to say our final goodbyes to my grandma. Guess what? I was nowhere to be found o. I didn’t go close to the body, I was not ready to paint a picture of my grandma laid in state in my memory. I had planned not to cry but when my mom was reading tribute by children, she started crying and then suddenly I started shaking. I was now called to read tribute by grandchildren and I really thought I was going to cry seeing how my mom was crying but I didn’t. (Feel free to clap for me or give me fans)
After everything, after the funeral was over and the decorations had been removed, I now went to sit in front of the room where she was laid to recreate her picture. Don’t laugh at me, that was the only time I wasn’t scared. I knew my grandma was a good woman but it was yesterday that I got to know how she impacted so many lives which made me so happy. My favorite compliment now is “you look like your grandma” because she was really beautiful so it gets me excited to hear that I resemble her.
If you’re wondering how I posted this, I came all the way to the “network junction”.Thank you all for your time.
All images are mine