When she left

I was on my way to the hospital with my parents when I got the call that my grandmother was in her death throes. I remember feeling helpless and hating myself for not being at her side.

When I arrived, the place was overflowing with family members all weeping and embracing each other. Although grief filled the room, it also had a special magnificence that words can’t aptly describes. It was heart-wrenching to watch my beloved grandmother suffer and failing to be saved but amid it all, we managed to console each other in our grief.

After what seemed like an eternity, she gasped a last breath and closed her eyes forever. No amount of crying or begging could keep her alive any longer. Time seemed to stand still as we process what had just happened. We all felt a deep emptiness that could never quite filled.

The days passed by but I still felt empty inside, unable to find comfort from anyone or anything.