Looking back on the calender of the past. Big red circle I did on my calender this year. It is my parternal granny 1st anniversary funeral. I remember it clearly the water beats crawling away from the head of the pipe rythmicly at my home. I feel there is something wrong going to happen. I seldom believe in my six sense. "Ring..." the phone rang.
"Ring...." it rings the second time.
"Ring Ring.." third time it goes.
My mum is calling. With the steady voice, she said "my gramma passed away peacefully this afternoon". I know among my family member the one hurt the most might be my father. Cause I can see and feel the commitment and filial he shows indirectly all these year since I was born. I already pick up the sense of my brain when I am still holding the phone....
Things go on and on. Time pass like I am standing on the pavement unmovable starring at the traffic light go red and green again and again. Cars and people gushing horizontally and vertically within the grayscale of my memory. This is the first time I experience death. Before that I have no memory at all. I do not even know what is it about. Now, hearing the clock tickling I realise people come and go. They are mortal.
Wish my lately beloved gramma always happy and peace in the ocean blue sky.
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