Romans & histoires Angry Grandpa Body Bag

I couldn’t dare to look at Grandpa’s dead body so I closed my eyes but even how closed it is, tears came out like the waters in a river that rocks couldn’t hold them up. Mike came holding a big cloth. He wasn’t crying but his face was angrily sad. “Grandma, we need to let go of his dead body. We’re close to a land now, we could bury him there.” He sadly said to Grandma and she nodded slowly letting go of Grandpa. Mike called Grandpa’s crews to help him cover Grandpa with the cloth. I helped Grandma stand up and while doing so she said, “A heart attack did this to him.” Her voice broke.

She looked frail overnight and I had a strong urge to protect her with my life. “Hey” I said to mother as I took the seat beside her. “Hi Mijo” she replied breaking into more tears, I gathered her in my arms as the congregation behind us grew quiet. The priest had mounted the podium, he signaled with his hands for us to stand as we shared the final prayer over grandma’s body. The casket was soon shut and we got ready to convey it into the hearse outside. Alvarez and the three men from fathers mafia took one end of the casket each, I held mother tightly as we stepped out of the hall.

With tears streaming down his face, he watched as the doctors gently covered Grandfather Edward's body with a cloth, the sound of their movements echoing through the silent room like a dirge. With a tender reverence, they lifted the cloth-covered body onto a gurney, the soft rustle of the fabric a poignant reminder of the fragile nature of life. Kian's eyes followed the gurney as it was wheeled out of the room, the sight of his grandfather's still form disappearing into the distance, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of his presence.

My dad clasped his hand on my shoulder, and then gave his own, much longer speech. After we had our final meditation, the priest led us outside, where my father and I doused the casket in gasoline, and then both brought lit candles to each end of it, watching as the flames engulfed the wooden box. His body burned as my family stood in a circle, observing as his spirit was released into the otherworld. And fuck, was that a tear that dropped down my cheek? I clenched my hands into fists, forcing myself not to cry but—Goddess be damned—he was my grandfather.

"Hey babe, be calm. We are gonna find a solution to this. Just be calm" Chris's words soothed her nerves as she embraced him. ***************************************** Jimmy stared blankly at the old man before him.What were they doing in his dad's private room?. Three bodyguards walked into the sitting room and bowed to Grandpa Davis. "We have sealed everything as you've asked us to." "That's a good one at that. Go to rest. " They bowed again and left. Jimmy turned to him. "Grandpa,wouldnt dad get so much angry about everything you are doing?."

Grandma didn’t defend him and nodded heavily, “Yes, you’re right. So, this is Grandma’s compensation for you and your mother.” She stuffed the brown paper bag into my hands, her eyes, marked by time, becoming misty, “Be good, don’t let outsiders benefit.” “Our ancestors worked hard to get the Shaw family where we are now. Your grandfather worked hard to protect them. If it falls into the hands of outsiders, how will I explain it when I meet the on the other side?” “Grandma…” A mixture of emotions arose in me, and I struggled to hold back the warmth in my eyes, tightly clutching the brown paper bag. “I’ll take it… I’ll take it…”

I didn't want to be gagged; the last time that happened, my mouth became terribly swollen. We didn't drive far. Dash got out once he parked the car. When he opened my door, he pulled me out roughly. The cold air immediately wrapped around me. Dash shoved me again, and that’s when I realized we were at the edge of a steep cliff. Auntie Melissa, Brie, and Trisha got out of the car. Brie was holding papers. While Trisha held the urn containing my grandpa’s ashes. "What are you going to do with Grandpa's ashes?" I asked, my voice trembling. Auntie Melissa walked toward me. Brie quickly handed the papers to her mother.

she mumbled helping me pack the last box of clothes. " I love you Grandma so much, am so sorry Grandpa had to go in that painful way," I said. " Painful indeed, you were right at the funeral. Grandpa was murdered" " What? Grandma I was mad at the world at that time, I was talking a bunch of bullshit" I explained. She dug into her handbag and pulled out a white folder with paper inside it. " Open it, I got an autopsy done on him that same night," she said.

"You're awake." "Please," I begged hoarsely, "save my grandpa. He's old and in poor health. If he stays in prison, he'll die!" I knew Whitney and Nathan didn't intend to let Grandpa stay alive after sending him to prison. If he died, there would be no one left to testify. No matter what, I couldn't let that happen. "Don't worry. We're already investigating the situation. Your body is very weak right now, so rest up—that's your top priority."

She treated me horribly just so she could secure a big house for Uncle Daniel and his family and gather enough money for Ashton to buy a marital home. A potent mixture of anger and humiliation coursed through her. Grandma's chest tightened painfully. Her mouth fell open as she tried to call for help, but the only noises that came out were labored wheezes. A few seconds later, she lost all sensation in half of her body and crumpled to the floor. Grandma wasn't pretending this time. She was actually having a stroke. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth uncontrollably. A foul stench wafted from her pants.