One thing that scares me is the phone ringing in the middle of the night. The repetitive ringing echoes eerily in the silent, peaceful house. Nobody picks up at first. It rings again. It’s worse when a different phone rings because then you’re sure it’s not a wrong number.
It is never good news.
I was halfway across the globe this time. I wasn’t there but I imagine it to have happened the same way I’ve witnessed it at different periods of my life.
Today, I feel weak and helpless.
Being far away is too hard at times like this.
Rest in peace, grandpa.