I will never forgot the morning where I skipped down the stairs all happy, oblivious to what was to come. As I happily walked into the kitchen my dad and sister looked at me. ‘Haven’t you heard?’ my dad questioned. ‘what?’, ‘Your grandma passed away in the night’. ‘No, that’s not true’ I spluttered. I do not know why I was denying it. My grandma had been dying of cancer for 3 years now but I had only seen her 2 weeks back. That may seem a long time but she lives in Austria due to my mum being Austrian. I finally accepted it and tears splashed down my face as my sister came and hugged me.
A few weeks on, after the funeral and I still can not believe it. I still believe I will be able to talk to her, ask her advice and see her. I just can not accept it. I do dream of her every night, which means I am actually seeing her more then i did when she was alive.
Everyone is confronted with death sometime in their lives, if it is not their family, then their friends family, or friends. However, it does not get easier it is still hard. Therefore, I would love to believe that there is something after life and I will meet everyone I have lost. This I say because my grandma promised she would show us that there was life after death. For her funeral we burned two songs onto a CD. We played them at home and then in the church to see if the songs would play. They played perfectly. The first song, when we finally played it, was fine but the second song, ‘Candle in the wind’, which was played at the end did not. The whole way through, the song jumped and at the part where Elton sings ‘Heaven’ it was repeated three times. You may think, hmm well this happens but when we got home it played perfect again and somehow I knew it was my grandma. So there we have it, there may be life after death? I just hope we do not find out too soon.
