Don’t Forget to Pull Out the Grasses

I was still a one-year old child when my grandmother passed away. I was too young in that time, that I couldn’t remember how she died. I couldn’t even remember her face. Her pictures were the only things that made me remember her face.

      My grandmother’s tomb was located in our farm. My grandfather decided to put it there so that he could visit it anytime. He was already old at that time so it would be hard for him to go to the cemetery which was far from his house every time he wanted to visit my grandmother’s tomb. At that time also, my mother and father were helping him at in the farm every weekends. Our family used to visit him twice or thrice a month.

      Every time we visit our grandfather, my mother always found time to visit my grandmother’s tomb and clean it. She swept the dry falling leaves and pull out the grasses near the tomb.

      After a year, my grandfather found a person that would help him in the farm. My parents were also busy at school because both of them are high school teachers. During that time we seldom visit our grandfather as well as the tomb of my grandmother.

      When my mother bore my younger sister it took her moths being not able to visit my grandmother’s grave. Then one night she had a dream. In her dream, she arrived at our house from school when she saw my grandmother sweeping the fallen le3aves and pulling out the grasses that have grown old. My mother asked her, “Nay why are you doing that? You should have left that to me.” Then my grandmother answered, “No its fine. I just don’t like to see these grasses. It looks messy.” Then my mother woke up. It was her first time to saw my grandmother in her dream from the day my grandmother passed away.

       So when Saturday came my mother visited my grandmother’s grave. To her surprise she saw that the grasses had grown old and there were many fallen leaves as if it was not cleaned for years. She then concluded that maybe my grandmother wanted her to visit the tomb and clean it that’s why she had that dream.

      That experience of my mother made me believe that dead communicate with the living. They are giving signs through dreams. If they don’t, why did my mother had that kind of dream? In her dream my grandmother gave a clue on what my mother missed to do. Maybe it was her way to let my mother remind that it’s been too long since she had visited my grandmother.