3am

The night my grandmother died I woke up at 3am and felt someone saying goodbye. Not in words. More like the way someone waves from a car, everything fine, just leaving. I lay there with that feeling for a while and then went back to sleep. Found out in the morning. The time matched exactly. I've never been a person who believed in this kind of thing and I'm still not sure what I believe. But I know what I felt and I know what time she passed and I know those are the same time and I've been wanting to write that down somewhere ever since.