I experienced something supeenatural during last week. In the morning of May 11th, I was getting some clothes from my closet to wear for my last final exam, but when I closed the door (it's a double-hinged folding door) something stopped it from closing all the way until I folded it to close it. The moment I got it closed, the small red crate I had securely placed on the top shelf of the closet fell down. Weirdest thing was nothing was there to block the door, and the crate was far back enough and weighed down enough to where it wouldn't fall unless I pulled it with half of my strength (and I'm known as the powerhouse of the household mind you). Because of this, I had a reason to believe that my sister was still around, even though I didn't know until after my last exam when my mom told me she passed away....
She gave her husband some Melatonin to help him sleep due to having abnormal work hour ahifts, but on May 8th she passed in her sleep, and none of us knew until it was too late.
My mom broke down after telling me, unable to hold back anymore, seeming almost frail and lost in thought. I was distraught at first, unable to think, and felt... hollow, cold and numb inside my chest from disbelief and confusion before I felt it ache and burn as if it was flooded with the tears I shedded soon after from the sadness and anger I felt. Sadness for losing my sister, and anger towards myself for not being able to do anything or be there to save her....
About a day or two later, I was recovering more quickly and showing more mental and emotional strength than everyone else in the family while consoling them all, even though the incident hit me harder than most of them. My mother didn't feel as if she was being my rock due to her being so distraught and heartbroken by losing my sister that she could barely focus on much.
During her funeral, I took part by playing various popular songs on the piano (7 Years by Lukas Graham, Numb by Linkin Park, Animals by Maroon V, and Last Friday Night by Katy Perry), and offering support and comfort to those who needed it, hoping that she would hear and be proud of me. In a way, I was everyone's rock during this week. Between this, exhaustion from my own share of emotions, assisting with various tasks, sleeping to regain energy I've lost, curfew and being a moderator on one server and a helper on another (even though they said that I can take some time off to recover, I still insisted to keep myself from becoming depressed and distract myself from thoughts of my sister's death), I barely had time to get on here.
I'm starting to recover from my loss and currently comforting my family, especially my brother-in-law since he was closest to my sister. He's taking it the hardest, so I'm doing what I can to comfort him. And when I'm not there, I try to provide comfort through the phone. Unfortunately, every time he sees me or the rest of the females in family, he also sees my sister in us, which makes things harder for him. I'm hoping that by helping each other we can adapt to our loss.
Don't worry, Metro-Kun. We'll be fine. It'll just take a bit of time to recover.