An old lady died last night, someone’s mother and a grandmother. She was born in 1937 and that’s all I know about her. Seems it was enough for her to enter my life suddenly and introduce me to the Death.
My son asked me this morning if I ever saw a dead man.
“Yes”, I told, “I saw my grandmother”.
“How did she look like?”, he asked.
“Beautiful”, I said, “As beautiful as she always was.”
Maybe she wasn’t so pretty to others, but for me she was one of the most loveable being in my life.
“And I kissed her”, I told. “I kissed her as if she was alive.”
“Did you cry?”, he asked then.
“I did”, I said, “Of course, I did. I cried but since then I belive that we never die.”
“I believe”, he said, “that we born again and begin from the start. I watched some videos about kids who remember their past lives.”
We have never talked about those things before. I keep my believes for myself and never talk about them, for many reasons.
So I said: “You never know. Nobody knows. We all belive in what we like.”
My grandfather had his third heart attack many years ago, On December 12. It was my sister’s birthday. He had two clinical deaths during that day and they say that he was repeating some numbers all the time. He managed to stay alive until the midnight and left us just few minutes after December 13 has started. I believed that he was trying not to spoil her further birthdays and to prevent us, in advance, to remember his dead on every December 12.
The old lady wasn’t someone I knew before. I was standing in a waiting room with a close person who wasn’t feeling good last night and we were waiting for a doctor. Emergency car stopped in front of the door and they brought her on a mobile bed. Her face was gray, I knew she was ready to go. A female doctor that came with her begged her to stay alive, but the lady was calm as if she was ready to go. She already stopped her breathing on a way to the hospital, but she changed her mind. I’m writing this lines because I have never faced the death so close. Yes, I saw a dead men but at that moments the Death was never there. It was already gone. This time I felt it in a waiting room. And you know what? I don’t know how, but at that moment everything was so familiar to me. The lady, the doctor, lady’s grandson. It’s really hard to explain. I had a feeling that we have already met somewhere before. Maybe we did, I can’t tell. This morning I got an information that the lady passed away. I knew she would, I felt the calmnes in her presence. So strange. So, so strange.
as our ancestors
the same crossroads
Linked to Carpe Diem #1374 The Levant