Mini Reunion
I was extremely close to my grandfather. He was not merely a member of my family; he was someone I could always turn to, a source of comfort, wisdom, and unconditional love. His passing left a profound emptiness in my life. He used to call me on Sundays when I was a kid. That thing kinda became rare when I turned into an adult. I do regret the times not calling him and speaking to him on Sundays.
This incident happened roughly a month after he had passed away. I had appeared for an interview, and, fortunately, I cleared it. The following day, I was scheduled to undergo a physical examination, for which I had to report to the centre by 7:30 a.m. It was an important day for me, and I knew I could not afford to be late.
However, that morning, I overslept.
In my dream, I found myself sitting comfortably on the couch, watching television. Everything seemed ordinary, almost mundane. After a while, my father and my uncle came into the room and told me that my grandfather was unwell and that they were taking him to the hospital.
My father looked at me and reassured me, telling me not to worry. He said that if anything happened, he would call and let me know. With that, they left the house, and I remained on the couch, continuing to watch television as though nothing unusual had happened.
Then, in the very next instant, I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Son…”
The voice was appeared suddenly and my heart was beating like a horse.
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I turned around.
And there he was.
My grandfather.
For a moment, I was astonished. I could see him as clearly as I had seen him countless times when he was alive. There was something strangely peaceful and divine with his presence.
Before I could fully comprehend what I was seeing, it felt as though he was pushing me away from that strange realm and back towards the world of the living. It was almost as if he knew something that I did not — as if he knew that I was running late, that an important physical examination awaited me, and that I had to wake up.
And then, I woke up.
I opened my eyes abruptly, tears already streaming down my face. I was late. Very late.
I consider myself fortunate to have such a divine encounter wiith my grandfather. I have never forgotten that morning.
I had lost my grandfather a month earlier. But for those few moments in my dream, it felt as though he had returned — not to stay, but to make sure I woke up.
