Grace At Grave

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Few days back I attended a funeral of a person who was in his 90’s and lived a good life. He was a friend of my Dad and from a group of some Church.

He lead a successful life, professionally retired from the government services of coal mines (which is very royal job here) and strived a lot to change his big family. His funeral is done according to his wish, at least here he fulfilled his dream.

When I was a child, am scared a lot to see the dead bodies (almost all children will), but I am not scared  to be in the cemetery. Because we celebrate the all souls day every year on Nov ‘2nd. Am not afraid of those tombs.

When I saw number of tombs here at this funeral, one design of the tomb dragged my attention. It is something like which I knew before. All that evening i tried to recollect my memory (which is short) and then my sis came up right with the topic which I was thinking for a long time. It is actually a topic which was told by her in the past, this is about her college friend Grace, this is what made me today to post here.

I barely remember seeing grace, it is only a short glimpse from backside and a second view of her face when she turned. This is at the Church, very long long time ago.

And this thing I didn't forget even after my vicious road accident (i lost some past information after this accident). Grace is a good girl, my sister said this before. She is up to my sisters' shoulders in height and with a cute smile. I played with her hair-band at the Church, this is the only time when I saw her and also the last. I never saw her again after this.

The story of her sadness and pain is rooted so deep in my brain.

Grace lived with her brother and sister in-law. Since her mom died. Her father was busy with his work.

According to my sisters’ report, she missed her mother much. And her sister in-law tortured her much and hurts her, both physically and mentally.

Grace, being in pain she went to her mother's tomb and spend her time by its side, sharing her problems, good and bad. She may even shed tears (this is my mind portrait, I never saw her doing so).

This became her practice, she did it every time when she got hurt by someone or when she was into a problem. Her rest of family members tried to search for her in the nights, they found her every time at her mother's grave.

I wonder how can a girl, all alone went into such a place which is very far from the residential areas. How I know it is a dangerous area is I attended the funeral at this place only. It is still very bushy area and no person is seen around. And Grace, being a girl, she walked all alone! Even in the midnights.

Love surpasses fear, love makes us do dwell at places which are haunting in others sight, but lovely to us.

She shared this with my sister, my sister narration made me to cry. Then I remembered that this is the place where Grace walked.

Her pain made her to share her cry with her mom who left her. This is her dare and strength. Nobody ever tried to harm her on her way,  that is really not a safe place. Especially for a girl like her. She never cared this all. She needed a good listener, since our home is very far she couldn't meet my sister. And her family members are not her choice, she chose this place to seek comfort.

Many times after listening this from my sister, I dreamed of a girl near a grave, all alone. Kneeling down and praying. This scene was seen in my dream. When I reached that cemetery I didn't remember what is the common thing with my life and that place, I have never been to that place before. But, I was visioning this.

When I came back home, during night my sister again remembered Grace. We can know here how much pain she was in, that made her to walk through that haunting places.

I hope she is fine, wherever she is. I have no idea whether I will see her again in my life. But, her this incident became sentimental to me.