Sunday night I ran to my shipping container turned hotel room, to avoid the downpour just beginning. The coolness of the outdoors brought about by the wind before the storm had not impacted my container and thus I was hit by a wall of heat and humidity upon opening the door reminding me that yes, I still was in Juba where the heat can be punishing at times. I switched on the a/c and prepared for bed.
I woke a few hours later, the wind still blowing, the rain knocking on my container, but I woke because I was soaked – not due to malaria or some dream, but because the ceiling had split open a little and water was dripping down. Given the lateness of the hour, I knew there was little I could do, so I pulled the bed away from the dripping and placed a clothe bag on the floor to deaden the dripping sound. Crawling back into bed, I discovered I had a twelve-inch strip on the mattress still dry. Lying rigid on the dry, I eventually fell back asleep.
A couple of hours later, the ringing of my phone woke me – my brother, Jim. But I missed it and figured he had forgotten about the time zone differences. But then there was a text – voice mail, I thought. Then another, then another – ok, this is not good. He said to call as it was important.
I thought of Grandma immediately, but found it strange as even though I knew she had just gone to the hospital, I had heard she was doing well – at 96 opting for surgery rather than a wheelchair seemed like a good sign to me. I thought of Mom, but no that didn’t make sense either. I checked my email and saw the top one from my other brother, Paul, entitled Grandma and I jolted uptight in disbelief – Grandma dead? What? Huh? How? Why?
I tried Jim on Skype, but the internet was too poor so we resorted to regular phone. He confirmed the news, Grandma was dead – died while eating, with my aunt at her side.
Then I knew the storm – the wind, the rain – were angels crying out, were angels weeping, was God weeping at the death of another beloved. My mattress wet with their tears and I, I wept – full body heaving – my tears mixing with the angels’.
Grandma – the woman who seemed like she would go on forever – perhaps the energizer bunny was modelled after her. The one who endured a world war, fled from floods, created new life in a new country, saw cars, planes, computers change the world – she loved me deeply, gave me raisins as a child for a treat, distributed chocolate letters on her birthday to all, and who knew what it was to be thankful. Her body gave out, it had been well used, but her spirit and she lives on in us, in me.