
I have a story
Maybe it is funny, but sometimes I have felt afraid because this is a real story. This story happened the last year, when my grandfather died the 9th October.
My grandfather had fallen in seriously one month ago, he was in the hospital since September and the doctors had not given good news. All my family was sad and bad, in my life I never had seen to the family in that condition.
In the rest week of the schools, a little cousin was in my house taking her vacations week. My mother had said to me that should accompany to my cousin to sleep in a different bedroom from my, where there are three beds. I accepted, so I chose a bed where my grandfather was slept, when he was visiting to my family.
In Colombia there is a belief that when a person is dying, the soul of this person undoes the steps. And my grandfather did this before die.
The 8th October, I woke at three hours with thirteen minutes of the morning; I knew it because I had seen the hour in my cellphone. In that moment I heard a noise as when a person hits with a chair in the dining room, then I heard walking to a person in direction to the bedroom where I was. In that moment I closed the eyes and I turned my body towards the wall and covered with the blanket. The person walked into the room and sat down in the bed where I was and went to bed.
I had very afraid, I opened my eyes and saw that to my side there had nobody. In that moment I said “my grandfather going to die”. When I thought that, the telephone rang. My mother and my father woke up, my mother answered the call. I could not hear the words of my mother but I knew that it was bad news.
I listened to my mom organizing to go out. When she was prepared to go out, she went to my bedroom in that moment to said that she should go to the hospital and I must stay with my cousin. I did not ask what happened because I knew it.
In the morning I got up early, I cooked the breakfast to my father, my cousin and me. I made the beds; I swept and mopped the house. When I was ending with the house my mother called by telephone. She said me that my cousin and I should go to the hospital because the grandpa was dying.
Ok. When my cousin and I arrived to the hospital in Caldas (Ant) all the family already had come there. I found to the grandpa very bad, he was dying slowly. That day in the afternoon, each one of the relatives said good bye to the grandpa with sadly.
The night arrived and my grandfather was dying still. I remembered that the dinner was with all the family to the outskirts of the hospital, in the part of urgencies. Then of the dinner the police arrived to the hospital with a man died. This man had knife wound in the stomach and the blood was going out for heaps of his body. The most entertaining was that the police let to fall the body when they were going down the car.
At middle night my grandfather had not died, so my mother said to me that it should go home from the grandmother to rest in company of my uncles and a cousin.
I had slept two hour, when the telephone rang at three o´clock, somebody called to say that my grandfather had died. My uncles went in that moment to the hospital and I stayed in grandmother´s house with my cousin.
We were in the bed of my grandparents with the light of the bedroom turned on. Suddenly, the light went out slowly and we were scare. My cousin tried to turn on the light but she could not. We wait a moment and about 30 second later the light returned.
We get up of the bed, we went to the living room and saw as the light in another part of the house went out and then it returned. We knew that our grandfather was saying good bye to his home.
I remember these moments, in my house and in grandma´s house, and I smile. It is funny for me because I was neither in the correct place nor in the precise moment. Sometimes I think that maybe my grandfather wanted to say me something. Too, I believe that it was a joke of god to scare me.
In conclusion I hope that it does not return to repeat, because I do not want to live a fright of this again.