My last posting, the Wordless Wednesday
, left you all with a very big question : HOW DID IT HAPPEN?
I will surely answer your question because I know that I owe you an explanation on what happened to the TV.
But, hope you don't mind that I'd refer doing it a little bit later.
Now, I'd like to share with you a sad story happening last Wednesday.
Remember my posting about my Grandma
? I guess it was a sign. A sign of my heart knowing that she would leave me.
And she did. Last Wednesday, she passed away at 10.50 PM
It was hard for me to believe that it happened. She was taken to the hospital by car for she said that she got her heart hurt a lot and she got breathing difficulties. Normally, we took her to the hospital by ambulance. But that time she seemed just fine. She could even sit nicely on the front seat beside my uncle who drove the car.
It was my Dad who told me the news. And it was like half my soul left with her. I couldn't help screaming and falling down the floor.
She was not only a Grandma. She was like a mother to me. She took care of me since I was born. My mom had an agreement with her and my GrandPa that I lived with them instead of with my parents because they only had one daughter, my Mom and Mom had to live with my Dad and his family. So, I was kinda replacing Mom.
It was a weird agreement, I know. I still can't believe that they could make such a silly agreement.
Yet, if it wasn't for the agreement, I wouldn't have lived with my grandparents and felt like I had 4 parents instead of 2.
Back to my GrandMa. She was burried the next day. We, Moslems, prefer burrying right away instead of keeping the death with us because the death deserves being where he/she belongs. Before the process, Mom and I joined the lady who was chosen to give bath to my GrandMa. We helped the lady giving bath to her. It was not easy. I couldn't help crying. But that was the last time I can do something meaningful for her so I strengthened my heart to do it.
I almost fainted when her body was taken to the funeral. We, women, were not allowed to be at the funeral for there, as we, Moslems, believe, shouldn't be any tears or mourn. And women are more sensitive and easily crying.
So, that's why I haven't explained anything yet to you about what had happened to the TV. I had no connection to the internet until yesterday. But, yesterday, I was not in the mood to tell about anything at all.And...here is what happened to the TV:
It was Monday morning, 00.30 AM. I was half asleep when my hubby giggled. I almost got angry with him for disturbing my sleep. But then I asked him what caused his silly giggles. When he answered me, I couldn't help giggling. He said, my cousin's face was all black because of the smoke out of his burning TV.
Yes, it was my cousin's TV and yes, it was burning.
How did it happen?
My cousin--who also lives with me in my GrandMa's house--was having an aromatherapy candle on. Foolishly he put it on the TV. He started sleeping with the candle on at 10.00 PM. And 2 hours later, the TV was already burning along with the candle. I believe there must have been an explosion since his room was all covered with black plastics coming from the TV. And the was fire, according to him.
Thank God it wasn't getting big because right in front of my house there is a gas station! Yes, that was totally scary!
I thank God that we were all just fine. Yet, I was thinking, could it be another sign on my GrandMa's death? Or, I'm just being exaggerative?
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