On Grandma's Visit

1st post: Friday the 7th, we were informed of the news and flew back to our hometown.
2nd post: Sunday the 9th, when Grandma was burried...

The day when Dad sent me and Sis to the airport, after Grandma's funeral, we were talking about Grandma's passing away. None of us dreamt of Grandma the night before. And none of us had any nightmare even at Grandpa's house next to Grandma's coffin. Then Dad told us something, and told us not to be scared.

Dad: Your Grandma came to our house this morning.

Mum: HAH? What time?

Dad: Around 9 o'clock. She went to all the rooms in the house.

Me: You saw her?

Dad: No.

Me: Then how did you know?

Dad: I smelt her presence.

Mum: In the house?

Dad: Yes, and she left after half an hour.

Grandma paid us a last visit...



Fast forward...

When I was with Mum last weekend, we talked about Grandma again. Since Grandpa was the only one left in the house, one of our elder cousin who was already married and has a son of 3 years old, has been sending his son to keep Grandpa company. I was surprised. I thought he wasn't able to talk yet. But mum said he was pretty talkative when there's not much people around, and could pretty well talk like any of us in Mandarin too.

And Grandpa told everyone what he told him one day.

Nephew: Great-grandma is here!

Grandpa: Where?

Nephew: There! She's walking there in front of the television.

Grandpa: Where?

Nepehew: There! She went to the kitchen already. She's holding the hand of a girl.

Instantly we had chills down our spine. Kid seeing relatives who passed away is normal. So we wouldn't be surprised if my nephew saw Grandma. But when he said Grandma was holding the hand of another young girl.... [Gosh I feel chilly while typing this... Is she here too!?]

Anyways, I suddenly remembered that we had an aunt who passed away when she was young. I told Mum about it, and she was like, "Ooooh! Ya ya ya!" Grandma concieved 11 times; 7 sons with one given away and 4 daughters, with one given away and another one passed away in her childhood.

And the day when my nephew saw Grandma visiting her old house, she brought along that daughter of hers that we never got a chance to know...

We cannot tell stories like this openly, can we? Gosh...