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THE IRREPLACEABLE GAP (PART 4 OF 4)

Please read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

 

After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say….

I told my son, “Son, mommy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy.

 My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldn’t help opening the letter before they turn to ash.

And one of the letters broke my heart….

 

“Dear Mommy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a ‘Talent Show’ in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldn’t help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mommy, every day I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mommy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mommy, why haven’t you appear?”

 

After reading the letter, I can’t stop sobbing. ’cause I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife….

 

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THE IRREPLACEABLE GAP (PART 3 OF 4)

Do not miss the First and Second Part.

 

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practice his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. ’cause he makes me proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. Its winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the Christmas spirit is in every passer-by…Christmas carols and frantic shoppers….but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day’s work, the post office called.

Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn’t help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control.

Once again, as before, he apologized, ‘ I’m sorry, Dad’ and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.

His answer, amidst his sobbing, was: The letters were for Mommy.

My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: “But why did you post so many letters, at one time?” My son’s reply was: “I have been writing to mommy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once…”

 

Continue reading the last part.

THE IRREPLACEABLE GAP (PART 2 OF 4)

 

Please read the First Part.

At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks…but I didn’t want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries.

After that moment, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son’s room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mommy.

A year has passed since the incident, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mom, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.

However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son’s absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn’t to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games.

I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, ‘I am sorry, Dad’.

But after much probing, I realized that it was a ‘Talent Show’ organized by his school and the invite is for every student’s mommy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mommy..

 

Continue reading Part 3 and last Part 4.

DATE WITH A WOMAN (PART 2 OF 2)

 

I am sure you do not want to miss this first part.

 

‘It was I who used to have to Read the Menu when you were small,’ she said. ‘Then it’s Time that you Relax and let me Return the Favor,’ I responded.

During the Dinner, we had an Agreeable Conversation, nothing Extra-ordinary, but catching up on recent Events of each other’s Life. We talked so much that we missed the Movie.

As we arrived at her House later, she said, ‘I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.’ I agreed.

‘How was your Dinner Date?’ asked My Wife when I got Home. ‘Very Nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,’ I answered.

A few days later, my Mother died of a Massive Heart Attack.

It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have Time to do anything for her. Sometime later, I received an Envelope with a Copy of a Restaurant Receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined.

An Attached Note Said:

‘I paid this Bill in Advance.

 I wasn’t sure that I could be there;

But nevertheless, I paid for Two Plates.

One for You and the Other for Your Wife.

 You will never know what that Night meant for Me.

I Love You, My Son.’

At that moment, I understood the Importance of saying in Time: ‘I LOVE YOU!’ and to give our Loved Ones the Time that they deserve.

Nothing in Life is more important than God and your Family.

Give them the Time they deserve, because these Things cannot be Put Off till ‘Some Other Time.’

Share This Along To Everyone

With An Aging Parent,

To A Child,

To An Adult,

To Anyone with A Parent,

And Most Importantly,

To Someone You Truly Love

DATE WITH A WOMAN (PART 1 OF 2)

 

After 21 years of Marriage, my Wife wanted me to take another Woman out to Dinner and a Movie.

She said I Love You but I know this other Woman loves you and would Love to spend some Time with You.

The other Woman that my Wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a Widow for 19 years, but the demands of my Work and my three Children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for Dinner and a Movie. ‘What’s wrong, are you well,’ she asked?

My Mother is the type of Woman who suspects that a Late Night Call or a Surprise Invitation is a sign of Bad News.

‘I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,’ I responded. ‘Just the two of us.’

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, ‘I would like that very much.’

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her House, I noticed that she too seemed to be Nervous about our Date.

She waited in the Door with her Coat on. She had curled her Hair and was wearing the Dress that she had worn to celebrate her last Wedding Anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an Angel’s. ‘I told my Friends that I was going to go out with My Son, and they were impressed,’

She said, as she got into the Car. ‘They can’t wait to hear about our meeting’. We went to a Restaurant that, although not Elegant, was very nice and cozy.

My Mother took my Arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the Menu. Large Print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me.

A Nostalgic Smile was on her Lips.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)