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In 1975, I was six years old and living in Cebu City, the Philippines. My great-grandma, Beneta Romero, was blind and very ill, She lived with my family, and her bed was in the kitchen so we could easily take care of her.
She always wished that she had been able to see my youngest brother, Edwin Villanueva Pepino, who was three, since she had become blind before he was born. One night my uncle Benjamin Villanueva Pepino, my aunt Lorna Pepino, and I were preparing our dinner and telling jokes with Great-Grandma was not responding to our jokes.
She was not breathing, only lying very still in her bed. I told my uncle that Great-Grandma was dead, but he didn’t believe me until he checked for himself. The morning after Great-Grandma’s funeral, my brother Edwin was found sleeping in her bed.
I asked him what he was doing in her bed, and he told me that Great-Grandma had come into his room and carried him to her bed. This happened for three nights in a row, until we went to Great-Grandma’s grave and prayed for her soul to rest in peace.
Edwin never did return to Great-grandma’s bed. He slept peacefully in his own room. We believe Great-Grandma could finally see Edwin after she passed away.