Six feet of earth makes us all equal.
Italian (on death and dying)
We were full of anguish when our mother was leaving us. She was 91 years and my dad had gone about 10 years earlier. It was this dark day in May 2013.
Gloom and darkness loomed all over us. We were like orphaned baby rats. We had no hope.
Yet the old lady was smiling at us. It was as if she knew her destiny already. We were weeping for a person who would be weeping for us.
"Why do you weep like fools? Don't you know all of you will fall this path. I wish you know how my yonder looks beautiful. I was almost reaching there but night befell me and forced me to reside in a neighboring house. Tomorrow I go," she said as if in a whisper.
This was a joke, wasn't it? Tell me it was a joke. No! The following morning, she passed on peacefully in her sleep.