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Oasis of happiness I am telling you the truth and I am not telling a lie: there is life after death. It can be hard to believe but it's true. I saw it with my own eyes and experienced it for myself. It was two years ago, on a Sunday morning, in this very city. Yes, we were having breakfast as usual with my family as always as if nothing special were going on that day, but then she arrived unexpectedly from another town where she had been out of touch for a few months now and told us that her father had just died the night before from cancer at the age of seventy-eight with little suffering thanks to his meds and painkillers. And since the man had only one child, his daughter, it was she who was in charge of arranging the funeral. This unexpected news caught us all by surprise that day. It came as a shock to me for I had just lost my grandfather exactly two months before that too from lung cancer at age ninety-two after battling it for years. Both grandparents were heavy smokers and eventually paid the price for it with their lives. They died in hospitals with their children and grandchildren by their respective sides knowing they could not be saved even though they tried to help them all they could throughout the years. If there is anything that I could offer my family now as a farewell to those departed ones, it would be to share my experiences as one of those saved souls as I always felt like the only one in the world that was able to do this. As a child I may have been the one who suffers from a rare disease but today I can say without any hesitation that perhaps I am able to give myself a second chance. If everyone deserves a second chance for what they have done wrong, why not me? That day fifty relatives and friends came together for his funeral service at the cemetery next to his house. He was a great man whom everyone respected, admired and loved dearly. And now that he was gone from this world it seemed as if no one knew what to do with themselves, but it took a while for the reality of his death to sink in. It seemed as if we were waiting for something good to happen – maybe a miracle – to make the reality of his death go away or his spirit to come back home to us. As he always liked doing, my grandfather was at the cemetery first to help out as much as he could during those difficult times before anyone else arrived. Everyone paid their last respects and went on their way after promising that they would visit him from time to time at his house afterwards. After breakfast that day, my mother got into the car with my younger brother and myself to drop us off separately at our respective after-school classes. "Wait right there!" my mother said suddenly as she suddenly stopped the car in front of a house where she had seen a person waiting for her at the front porch. She took her car keys out of her purse and walked towards him. As soon as she approached I followed her, curious about what was going to happen now. He looked at us but he didn't say anything. He was nice-looking but I couldn't tell you his age or age range because I could barely see him clearly from that distance anyway. He was wearing sunglasses even though it wasn't sunny. cfa1e77820
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