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My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.
When he arrived, unfortunately, she was no longer with us.
During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.
That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.
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Babam dikkatle dinledi. Aniden onu mezarlığa götürmemizi istedi.
O geldiğinde maalesef artık bizimle değildi.
Cenaze sırasında babam konuşmadı; bakışları kayıptı. Neredeyse ağlamıyordu.
O gece çocukları da ona katıldı. Acı ve nostalji atmosferinde güzel anekdotlar hatırladık ve ilahiyatçı ağabeyime annemin o anda nerede olacağını söylemesini istedi.
Ağabeyim ölümden sonraki yaşam hakkında konuşmaya başladı ve nasıl ve nerede olacağına dair tahminlerde bulundu.
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