Departed

Early this morning I was awakened by the sound of sirens. It sounded so near yet so far away. At the same time, the dogs in the neighborhood all began to howl but it sounded so weird and sad. My phone said it was 4:17 A.M. I just waited until the noise calmed down then I fell asleep again.

The next time I checked the time it was around 8 but I was still feeling sleepy and I just didn't feel like getting out of bed. About an hour later, I literally forced myself to get up and take a bathe. That made me feel much better. One of my first thoughts was about the souls that wouldn't make it through this day. After I walked out of the house, not far from where I live, I noticed that there were a few men putting up a tent. I just passed by, then all of a sudden I thought that maybe the man didn't make it. I heard that he was not in good health ever since he was attacked by a bull on his farm.

This evening when I returned home, I noticed there were a lot of people dressed in black in front of the house and it was then that I knew for sure. As I passed by tonight, someone was playing an instrumental of 'What A Friend We Have In Jesus'. It's one of the hymns I love to sing so I recognized it and it made me feel sad because I was reminded of my grandmother.