Echo of the departing soul

In response to today’s prompt about Echo.

The first thing that came to my mind was my grandma’s voice echoing in the hall of her house.

We were very close, I was almost raised up at her house. My mom being the youngest of her children, making me the youngest grand daughter in the family who gets all the care and pampering 🙂

My grandmother left our world 10 years ago, I am actually in shock writing this number now. It is huge ! 10 years is big and it is scary how time flies and life goes on.

When she left I was 14 years old and it was the first time for me to witness the death of someone close, someone close that much. It was devastating, heartbreaking and it felt like you are living your worst nightmare. She had a heart failure in one afternoon, transferred to the hospital then hours later we heard the news.

I remember that day very well as if it was yesterday, my dad calling from the hospital telling me the news, I just hung up the phone on him. Couldn’t bare it. I was at my uncle’s house right across hers. I went with my cousins to meet the rest of the family at the her house. Every corner has someone crying, all the phones are ringing people passing their condolences, my mom was the most heartbreaking of them all. She was lost, holding grandma’s clothes, hugging them and weeping.

At this moment, while everyone was busy with a phone call, or engaged with the funeral arrangements, I stood watching all of this in silence with heavy heart not able to believe what happened my mind is not just digesting it. Thinking about how she will never be around again, and while I was busy thinking with my eyes on the hall, I saw her. I saw her body again in her usual shape walking with a slightly bent back and I heard her voice for the last time echoing in the hall and she was calling my mom as she used to do always.

I know it might be just my mind trying to make her exist again, but I love to believe that her soul was still around seeing how the world is without her and she knew my mom was hurt. She kept visiting in her dreams every now and then.

Couple of days ago I went and visited her house after very long time, it was like a time machine, bringing all the memories back ;everything is still the same, . Her smell was still in the place and her soul was watching from up above knowing how hard we miss her around.

May your soul rest peace grandma.

We miss you, xo
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Leaving the world behind her favorite hour.

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It is a chilly Sunday, autumn is at its best and the sun is about to set; spreading its own orange warm rays on the park, making everything looks cozier and brighter.

She has spent the night before wide awake, going through old stuff, her diaries, old photos which made her think how everything turned exactly as she wanted after going through all these hard times. Remembering every tear and every sweat drop, every fight and every nervous breakdown, back then she was wondering how many of those more to go, how much more she could take and handle before life works in her favor again.

She sat comfortably on the hill, with the brown fallen leaves scattered around; drinking her coffee and listening carefully to the sound of the surroundings. The soothing sound of running water down the river, loud laughs coming from the end of the park, the smell of the fresh air. She smiled with a happy tear in her eye, a sigh of satisfaction. It is the evening she has always wanted. She has finally left a world of sadness behind her back and she is spending her favorite sunset hour by the river.