Part 2 ; Maternal
I never Understood the concept of the ( soul) until the death of my maternal grandmother. I understood that I was experiencing what's called (soul) in all of my past time, In which I recognized it only in a moment of loss.
we were four families living in the same house, a big vast house where we healthily grew together. played together, laughed together and we cried together.
my grandfather died in the late 80th, but my mother still tell us stories about him passionately, so we only know him through my mother's tales.
sadly and suddenly, in 2014 my grandmother passed away due to a flue, and since then I felt as a stranger even to my self. everything afterwards turned to be so quite. 3 years later in 2017 the house was sold. therefore, the new owner demolished it to build a new one. the house now is gone, but my memories can't help to visit it
Now that time has passed, I feel as if I have been deceived, the fact of death and change seems to be the only constant reality. but, I miss my memories. in other words, I miss home.
