An event that definitely changed my life forever was undoubtedly the departure of a loved one, the most beloved to me, my grandma.
I don't remember the exact year this event occurred, but I perfectly remember the day I had to say goodbye to her. I was at my paternal grandparents' house (it's important to clarify that the person who passed away, whom I'm going to talk about in this post, is my grandmother on my father's side, may she rest in peace), just a normal day in my life at that time. I was in elementary school and I always insisted on watching movies on a DVD player we had in the bedroom I used to share with my parents and younger sister when I got home, and that day was no exception; I even remember the movie I was going to see.
I was trying to watch The Jungle Book, the live-action version, we had a DVD of the movie and I loved watching it; it was my obsession at the time, but there was a problem, I couldn't reproduce anything, and since I was a child and my parents weren't there, I went to my grandparents who were in their room. I went inside and what I saw was my grandfather trying to wake up my grandmother, he seemed agitated, even sad, which was strange because he was and still is a very serious man, as soon as he saw me, he sent me to get my little sister and to go to my cousins' house, which was on the second floor.
All I remember from that time is being at my cousins' house. I don't visit them anymore except at Christmas or New Year's. I don't like going, not because I dislike them, I love them very much, but going to that house makes me want to cry. Getting back to the point, we were there, night fell, we were watching cartoons, we had very vivid imaginations, we thought we were cartoon heroes, and just as we were planning our "next adventure", my uncles arrived and told us we had to go to the first floor.
We went downstairs, there were a lot of people in black, I didn't know it then but it was a funeral, and it wasn't long before I found out what that was. We went to a room and there was the coffin, open and with my grandmother inside; it was a horrible experience for such young age. My cousins and I cried a lot that night, they fell asleep after the funeral was over, but I remember staying up all night thinking about what would happen to me when I died.
I try not to think about it now; years have passed since that event. I've been to many more funerals than I'd like to admit, but none of them affected me as much as that one.
If I remember correctly, I had to write my opinion about whether money would make me happier, I would say no. If there were anything in the world that would make me happy, it would be to go back to my childhood and live a normal life, like any other child, not to think about when my time to die would come.
(19/03: Re-uploaded from another account. Don't bother looking for the account because I just realized I even used the wrong app when uploading blog posts 😿)
