It happened three years ago, but my memory still keeps the picture of that horrible day. It was the day of my grandmother’s funeral. It was the end of September; the weather was very sunny and warm, although it was unusual for this time of year. The air was filled with the smell of ripe apples, grapes, peaches and flowers, which grew on the back yard. There were a lot of people everywhere; some of them were my close relatives and other faces I met the first time in my life. I met my mother at the stairs of house, her face was very pale and distorted with sorrow. When I embraced her, I could feel her pain, which began to burn me inside. I couldn’t stand to be among people, that’s why I went to the back yard and seated down on the bench… I was thinking about my granny, a lot of memories came to my mind. I remembered that her clothes always smelled medicines, her skin was thin and I could see her veins, her face was covered by deep wrinkles, and she always smiled when I came to visit her. Somewhere in the depth of my heart, I understood that my granny gained the peace. Her death was a “release” for her, because she was completely paralyzed during 20 years, she couldn’t move at all. I hardly remember the rest of the day and I don’t want to remember it, because it makes me feel pain again, again and again.
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Thank you for sharing the story. I also want to emphasize that this is a well written narrative.
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