Missing someone
is like being in hell. Everything in my life was going great with my son and my
husband until my son died. He was only five when he died due to Pneumonia. I was devastated, he was my whole world, and I just couldn’t believe that he
was never coming back. It was hard for my husband as much as it was hard for
me, but his only concern was me at that moment as I was basically broken.
Nothing was
same after my son’s perished, everything I knew was changed. I didn’t leave by
bed for days, didn’t get proper sleep, just crying day and night. It was same
for my husband, he was not showing it but still he was no better than me. Each passing
day was harder than day before, everything reminded me of him.
Months passed
I was not getting any better I got sick myself. As long as I remembered I had
been dreadful, I didn’t left my room. All I did was hold my son’s photo in my
hand and cry. Everyone was saying I was going crazy as I wouldn’t talk to
anyone or let anyone near me apart from my husband. By that point my husband
was getting better, he was going to work and taking care of me.
After some
time I could not sleep at all, I had been to ER three times in a month. My husband
was getting worried so he decided to take me to doctor. Doctor said that
everything was okay, I was just weak maybe due to lack of sleep, so he gave me
sleeping pills. That night my husband gave be pills to fall asleep, I took it
without saying anything and before I knew it I fall asleep.
I wake up in
a middle of night, I heard someone singing in my room. I looked around but didn’t
saw anyone, still I could hear a singing. I tried waking up my husband but he didn’t
move at all. Then I reached lamp next to my bed and turned that on. As soon as turn
on light I saw my son’s photo in stand, I hold that in my hand and tears
started to rolling out of my eyes.
From a
corner of a room I heard someone saying “Are you crying?” I wiped my tears and
asked how was there. I saw old man with gray hair walking into light. I asked
what he was doing here but he kept on saying why I was crying. After he asked
that like ten times I shouted ‘because I missed my son’. He said “if you want to
see your son follow me.”
I didn’t understand
what was going on. I tried waking up my husband but he didn’t move at all and
that old man was walking away. So I got off my bed and followed that old man
into woods and I saw at the end of woods there was a bright light. We reached
that light, he looked at me and said that it was gate to heaven.
I looked
around it was like I was standing in clouds and there was a big golden gate
with flowers and all kind of stuff. In front of gate there were children with lighted
candle in their hand and everyone looked really happy. Old man said that they
were getting ready to go heaven. I looked closely but didn’t see my son. I asked
that old man where he was he pointed to a far from gate.
I ran
towards the place he pointed there was my son indeed. I just grabbed him and
hugged him and started crying. After a while I saw a candle in his hand like
other kids but it was not lighted. Then I asked him why his candle was not
lighted.
He smiled
and wiping my tears said “I tried lighting it but your tears put it out every
time. And seeing you worried every time I couldn’t get pass that gate. I miss
you too but I want to see other side of that gate too. I am just wanting for
you to stop crying and worrying about me. I am waiting till you are okay.”
I hugged him
and said “light your candle and go, I will be okay and I know you will be too.”
Next thing I
know I was in my bed and my husband was holding my hands, he said I had been
sleeping for 16 hours. So it was a dream, I told him about my dream and we both
cried for last time and promised that we will not worry about him. After that
day I tried to go back to my normal like, I miss him but don’t cry anymore.
THE END
P.S
Don’t cry
too long for that loved ones you lost. Let them rest them in peace, don’t torment
your life, because they won’t come back.
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