Dream Web

It all happened, as if the days never moved.

Dreams of the past; touched by familiar mortals, flowing through time.
…as though they made them stop, and let you truly feel for once, in your life.

Grandma is a gentle women, always showering life in simplicity; She loves music, has a wonderful heart of kindness, touching those who needed it, at all times.

A cheerful life, and a magic smile; life’s so great whenever she’s around.

….but there she is now, lying on the bed helplessly, with vines of hallow tubes seemingly endless, injected onto her frail body. Her soul now restrained by the life’s support system – She is diagnosed with cancer; the casteless undertaker.

“Grandma!”; I echoed in despair.

“Grandma – Grandma!”; I was running, running in a dark room in tears towards her.

I could hear my own footsteps, resonating through the pitch black room, with images of our past – the sharing we had, the crying I wept, and the joyful moments of our lives, giggling through time.

“I never had a chance to show you how much I loved you, grandma!” tears rubbing against my cheek as they flew behind me in motion.

The room changed, back into how it was a year ago, back to the day she slept there tiredly looking, the day when I brought the flowers for her, slowly walking by taps in my office suit.

It was a beautiful banquet of flowers – white, purple roses and small red petals, with long light green stems and ribbons; a wrapping so awe and passionate, knowing their very soul existence was to appease the receiver.

….but these beauties are meant only for the eyes of the beholder; she could no longer see. She was already withering, her life fading, as though the years of yonder is finally coming to an end.

There were chatters among the physicians, and nurses who seemed to compel to their orders, moving about in the room; all imaged with shadows.

They shouted, and they rushed to save as the beeping of life slowly passed.

…. to an end.

I saw her, lying on her death bed.

There were tears among everyone, all trickling down our cheeks as we hugged.

I saw her, inside her cradle – the cradle of life, slowly being lowered into the grave as flowers floated above her, slowly resting onto her casket.

…

I was suddenly in the dark room again, with her inside the ward.

“Nelson.” I heard her voice calling for me.
“Nelson don’t worry, we all have to leave earth some day.”

I ran towards her again, finally reaching as her voices faded.

… and there I saw her; she was holding the beautiful banquet of roses.

Holding it tight, as she now rests…. in peace forever.