Saw this sweet movie called Wide Awake by M. Night Shyamalan.
A little boy is quite attached to his grandpa who has terminal cancer. Even though the boy Joshua knew it was inevitable -he is unable to come to terms with his loss. What worries him most is “whether God is taking good care of grandpa” he even wants proof of god’s existence and is on lookout for some sign.
In the end, he does see a little boy in the school hallway who approaches him and says, ” do not worry about your grandpa, he is okay”! The little boy is an apparition and subsequently vanishes.
This touched me immensely as I too was rather attached to my maternal grandpa and worried in just the same way – whether he was finally at peace and happy.
Age has nothing to do with it. Its the strength of love between two generations that dictates hearts.
I was allowed to go to his funeral and as I watched the pyre smoke rise, I kept fervently wishing that grandpa was in a happy place.
Suddenly out of the blue an old lady emerged, shabbily dressed and she shuffled to my side. next she placed her hand on my head and said, “child, do not grieve, he is at peace”. Then she slowly walked towards the line of cars and vanished in thin air!
My family was watching and in those days I was a true “virgo” finicky and that shabbily dressed old lady had taken me aback. Then the penny dropped. I went over her words in my mind and suddenly my grief lightened and I felt happy.
My sisters asked me, “who was that old lady?” I simply did not answer. I was smiling broadly ..which would’ve appeared strange at a funeral.
Varanasi burning ghats and river Ganges- source National Geographic