Tired of crying and overwhelmed with headache . I collapsed on the bed.
The scorching heat of the sun on my brown skin woke me from my slumber . I yawned as I tried opening my eyes but it was stuck and puffy . I felt a hand holding mine .
A wet towel came into contact with my closed eyes and it eventually opened , my eyes widened seeing who was standing in front of me " Pastor James " I greeted
I glanced around taking in my surroundings, as the memories of the previous night came flooding back . Tears welled up in my eye , and my voice trembled . " G .. Grandma …" I stuttered unable to accept the reality of her passing .
Pastor James held my shoulder , his expression filled with compassion. " Don't cry Anaya . Your Grandma is in the bosom of GOD. Though she's not here physically, she's watching over you from above . It's time you live the life she taught you — a life of faith , love and courage."
His reassuring words brought me some comfort , but the ache still remained .
Trying to liven up the atmosphere, I asked
"How did you find us ?"
Pastor James took a seat as he explained to me "I came to retrieve some stuffs from the church but I realized your lights were on , and It was past 1 am, so I came there and found your grandma's door opened
Concerned , I entered and checked your grandma's pulse but she was no more, I checked yours and immediately called the ambulance , that's how you're here at the hospital "
I nodded understanding everything