“A story of the afterlife”; So I titled my first article on human compassion. It’s an emotion that seems to happen less and less often, so when I witness an act of kindness, I feel like I’m witnessing a story that goes beyond reality.
It’s time to go home. The newsroom is empty. The cell phone rings again. I answer, but all I hear is a strange voice. The signal’s off. I wonder who I would call so insistently. It’s time to go home.
- The rain is falling stronger and stronger.
- Decrease from 110 km / ha 80 km / h.
- I don’t know exactly what can happen to me.
- The road is empty.
- It’s eleven-thirty at night and people are already home to prepare the next day.
Today is a stormy day. The rain has been wetting the streets since 6 a. m. and, according to weather forecast, it doesn’t seem to stop in two or three days, the cell phone rings again. I never respond when I drive.
A flash on the horizon suggests that the rain of the day was just an appetizer; The storm is coming and I’d better go home soon if I don’t want to fall victim to his fury.
I park in the street, get out of the car and walk into the house, the lightning falls into the sky and the thunder acts as a prelude to the biggest flood I’ve ever seen, hang my jacket on the clothes rack, change my clothes and get comfortable. The cell phone rings again.
“Well, no, ” I asked. ” I thought I couldn’t hear you right,” a mature male voice replied. “What?” It’s Alberto, your grandfather. I was silent for a few seconds. “I’ll ask again, who is it?” I told you before, your grandfather. “My grandfather is dead!” I answered an anger. ” 39 years ago, we didn’t know each other?
The thunder pulled me out of that awkward moment and I discovered that the connection had dropped or maybe I hung up. I do not know. I never liked bad games on the phone.
However, my grandfather passed away 39 years ago and I have never met him, although anyone who knows anything about my family may know.
I looked at the clock and it was midnight. This afternoon, I sat on the couch to read an article I was waiting for and then I fell asleep, started reading the article and the cell phone went back to sound.
I understand. ‘It’s normal to hesitate, we’re not used to talking to deceased relatives, but don’t worry, it’s just an experience, a story you love so much, over time you’re going to appreciate it more objectively? said that voice he said came from the other side.
I didn’t know what to say. If it was a joke, I wanted to hang up, but what if it were true?”What year were you born?” I asked without thinking. ” In 1920,” he replied, “on May 8, 1920. “
The rain hit the windows hard. The storm increased in intensity and the light began to flash, the date of birth was correct. But that didn’t prove much. ” Let me tell you, I’m so happy you have a picture of me in your office and you’re wearing it around your neck,” the voice added.
I got up and ran to the library, moved into this house just two months ago and no one had come to visit me, how could I know that the man in the photo next to the personal phone was my grandfather?How did you know he was wearing a chain my grandfather had used all his life?
“Calm down, don’t be afraid, sit down?” The voice tried to calm me down. “Listen, if this is a joke, if anyone puts cameras in my house, I’ll call the police!”I responded angry. I sat down and tried to stay calm. I felt like my own story came from beyond. I knew I wouldn’t easily forget that stormy day.
“I know it’s not very common for this to happen, you’ve been taught that everyone who talks to the dead is crazy and now you think someone is cheating on you or you’re losing your mind. He thinks everything in life is not what it seems. We learned from very young to have a point of view and that limits us when it comes to accepting other realities ?, reported the voice. Your own experience?.
“Death does not exist, people die only when they forget; If you remember me, I’ll always be with you. “Isabel Allende-
My disbelief was maximum. The problems of the afterlife, the manifestations that might occur on the other side of life had always caught my eye, but now that it seemed like I was living them, I had many doubts, I refused to believe it.
For some strange reason, I had a great love for my grandfather that I never knew, I took it a lot in me. Maybe because I couldn’t spend time with him, I felt this great, special affection.
“Let’s see, let’s say it’s true, that you’re my grandfather?How did you manage to call me on my cell phone?” I asked, “Thanks to the storm a chain has opened, it’s not always easy to communicate with your plan, but sometimes they facilitate this event. Our worlds are very close, but at the same time very distant. We occupy the same place, but because it is another dimension, we cannot see each other ?, he replied.
“I understand, and when the storm is over, we won’t be able to talk, ” I asked him. “I don’t know, it can be harder. Anyway, I won’t be here for long, I have to. “Leave this plan and go back to yours, doesn’t your history from beyond have much time?
“What do you mean?” I asked strangely, “Are we going to see each other on this plane?” “Maybe, but we won’t recognize each other, ” he answered. “Explain yourself, ” I asked, perplexed. I’ve been in this dimension longer than I should. When we leave the body, we convey what we learn, both good and bad. And if we can solve some outstanding problems, we do. You needed this evidence to continue your development, you always wondered if there was life on the other side, but so far I haven’t had a chance to contact you.
“Why, ” I asked, “why didn’t you make it?” You weren’t prepared,” he replied, “Despite your inclination to believe in signs that might come from the other side, you didn’t believe me. Now that I’ve contacted you, do I have to go?.
“Wait!” I cried, “Can I know where you will be born?” I don’t know, I can be born both in the body of a woman and in the body of a man, and I’m not going to remember anything about this life either, maybe I have an isolated memory that I will interpret as something strange in my mind. but nothing else. ?, he replied.
Grandma???” Thank you, I’ve always carried you in my heart and always will. “I know, now I have to go, do I love you?”And so am I, ” he said.
The signal was reduced and the cell phone stayed on my lap. I lay on the couch. Without saying a word, I looked at the ceiling in disbelief. My mind wandered between faith and self-deception.
He’s four years old and he just wants to play and sleep, his name is Alberto, in honor of his great-grandfather, the same year I spoke to my grandfather, I met my current wife and before long we had a son, this stormy day brought about a big change in my life.
Events grew faster than I imagined, but we were happy. Open was fun and liked to open all the closets. Sometimes I’d go crazy with his energy and fall exhausted on the couch.
That day, I walked into the room and found all the empty drawers, everything was messy on the floor. Alberto was sitting on the carpet playing with jewelry, I ran towards him and took him. Now you’re going to have to fix everything and !?, yell at him.
I realized that I was carrying my grandfather’s chain, I had kept it on the first and only day I spoke to him, I thought I had accomplished my mission and decided to keep it, many times I think this trend has been important in my history of the afterlife with my grandfather.
I reached out to get him out of his neck, but little Alberto offered his stamina. “My son, we have to keep this chain, it was your grandfather’s, and it could end up breaking. “He looked at me frowning and said, “No, it’s not yours, it’s mine. “
I wasn’t in the mood to wage an eternal battle with him. His mother was stubborn and so was I. Of course, he must have been stubborn, too. I just said, “One day I’ll give you this channel as a gift, but not today, you’re too small and I wouldn’t want you to lose it. “
“No, you’re not going to give me the gift chain because it’s mine, ” he answered again, looking at me indignantly. And who gave you a gift, I asked him. “The lady of the room, ” he answered. ? What lady in the room?Mom’s not home and in the living room we just have ??Suddenly I turned pale: it was your great-grandmother’s picture.