We, people don’t know when; how; where we will die. We can’t really predict when we will meet death. Death is a very creepy word isn’t it? Well, who wants to die anyway? I know everybody is afraid to die but my mom usually tell me, I should not be afraid of death instead I should be afraid to God. She also added, death is God’s Will. If it’s really our time we should accept it whole-heartedly.
Do you believe that the dead communicate with the living? Well, for me? Yes, I believe that dead people communicate with us living people. Every one of us has things to complete and wants equality. In my opinion, dead people communicate with us because they have incomplete tasks or they want justice for their death. Especially when they we’re killed or murdered intentionally. I can prove all of this by telling you a story which goes this way:
My Mom has a grandmother in her Mom’s side named Lola Juana. My Mother was Lola Juana’s Favorite grandchild. When Lola Juana got sick my mom was the one who took care of her whenever she came home from school. My Mom was 17 years old that time and having her college in a very far place so she stays in a dormitory and only came home during weekends. One Afternoon, while my Mother was getting her laundry someone took her attention on the Mountain View. She saw a Human Figure which is very, very familiar to her. My Mom was shocked, she’s sure she wasn’t just imagining. It was really Lola Juana wearing its favorite skirt. Suddenly, Lola Juana looks at her with a smile on her face and disappeared instantly. My Mom was always dreaming of Lola Juana. That Lola Juana was giving her a little brown box. The said dreams always haunt her. Weekend came and my Mom goes home, finding out that Lola Juana died. She hurriedly go to Lola Juana’s House, there she saw Lola Juana lying in a coffin. My Mom cried and cried. She opens the room of Lola Juana and saw something in a table that looks like a box. She rushed into the table, finding a little brown box with a note saying “Lita”. My Mom opened the box and saw a pair of earrings which Lola Juana owned. She cried while saying thank you to Lola Juana. Until now, my mom is still wearing the said earrings and it reminds her the happy and sad memories of her and Lola Juana.
The story tells us that dead people still communicate with us because they want to give us something or in Cebuano “paghabilin”. We are not really permanent in this world. Nothing is constant, but the memories we’ve shared with other people, whether it is good or bad will stay forever. People may die but memories don’t. I hope we may live in this world happily and make some unforgettable happy memories.
