"Daddy, come!"
A little boy of three years old called his daddy who was walking a few steps behind him.
They were walking on a street sidewalk high above the rocks from the beach. They stand right in front of Alfonsina Beach of Mar del Plata, a vacation province of Buenos Aires.
On the other side of the street stands the statue of Alfonsina, a famous protagonist of Argentina's love story.
His daddy heard his call, but did not look. His father's head unconsciously made a turn around above him, his eyes looking up as if following something in the air. Then stopped. His curiosity led him to the seashore where his son was also looking at, as if seeing something mysterious in there.
The curious smile his father had for him a while ago turned into something serious, but calm. They were both in the same condition for maybe three minutes until his mother came behind them with his older sister. They followed the eyes of his father and his to the aligned rocks formed like a way to a certain point on the water.
"What's up hubby?"
His mother asked his father. She was frowning and puzzled.
Still looking straight ahead, her husband did not say anything. After a few seconds, her husband grabbed their son's hand and without looking at his wife turned around with his head down.
"I don't know, wifey. I guess nothing."
Then he set himself with his son to continue walking. The mother kept standing where she was, wondering.
"What is in there?"
She turned her look across the street. She read something about the statue built in the place in honor of Alfonsina.
"Mommy, let's go! They are leaving us behind."
Her daughter woke her up from the mysterious spell she felt around her. So they moved on.
"Yes. We have to move on."
That incident was two years ago.
In her present, the mother became a widow. She was remembering that incident by the beach upon her arrival to their home with son and daughter. They just came from the funeral. Heart and soul heavy for the three of them. The love of her life, her husband, father of her two children died due to cancer.
The writer wanted to continue writing, but the pen stopped. He checked if there wasn't any ink left in it. There was enough. It was half way. Shaking the pen did not help. He tried to continue, but nothing. So the writer stopped.
"For the moment"
He said to himself and The Pen.
"Buddy, I am ready."
It was The Pen. The writer agreed.
That incident the widow remembered happened two years ago. Few more years before that, she had a talk with the husband's surgeon.
"We have to do the microsurgery. It is a brain tumor that has to be taken out."
It was done. The operation was successful. What followed gave her husband a second life. By then, their daughter was three years old.
A year passed, her husband insisted to have another child. He wanted a son.
"What if it turns out to be another girl?"
She asked while happily smooched herself in his arms under the bed sheets.
"I'll make sure it's a boy."
That was all he answered.
Bingo! Ten months later, they have another child. A boy!
She giggled despite her sorrow at the memory. She inhaled deeply and exhaled air, long enough to relax herself. She felt a little alleviated from her pain.
As soon as they were back to their house from the cemetery, she seated herself in her husband's swing chair. There lies his manta, a blue and white colored wool blanket. She covered herself with it.
All the people in the room were busy. They have invited the funeral attendees to come and have a snack before going home. She meant "they" referring to her own family and in-laws who themselves served the close friends and relatives.
"Mommy, someone would like to give this to you."
It was her daughter. She didn't realize she had come beside her with a little card in her hand.
"Thank you darling. Who gave this?"
Her daughter looked around in search of the person.
"Oh no! I can't find her. It was a small woman in white dress."
Then her daughter continued describing the woman and her conversation with her.
As she described the woman, the first person that came to mind was her mother. But she died already long before her daughter was born.
"Thank you very much sweetie. I can guess who she is."
"Who is she, mommy? She told me before she left to remind you that daddy wanted his ashes to be thrown at the seashore, the beach where we love to spend vacation."
She smiled at the daughter.
"Maybe an angel, dear. Thank you."
Her daughter smiled at her response with bright eyes.
"Yes, mommy. I felt great talking to her. I just forgot to ask her name."
She gave her mother a strong hug.
"If ever I'll see her again, I will remember to ask her name so I can tell you."
"Okay."
Then she turned around as she was fetched by some friends to play in the backyard.
The widow looked at the card and read...
Someone knocked at the door. The writer has to go and attend. Then continue working with The Pen.
After reading the card, the sad widow closed her teary eyes,and half smiling she murmured to herself some lines to relieve pain in her soul.
"I believe in God, the Almighty God."
The writer then turned to read what's in the card. He smiled. He was pleased.
Message From Jesus:
(Excerpt from Gift Book)
Closer than before I do not separate loved ones through death.
I have given you a spiritual link with your loved one.
Even though he is no longer with you in body, you can still feel his presence and know that he is always with you in spirit.
I will not leave you comfortless and neither will he. He is even closer than before.
Through the years, you learned to almost read each other's mind. You knew what he was going to say or how he was going to react almost before he did, or vice versa.
Now he can actually read your mind, and just as wonderful, you can hear his voice inside as he guides your thoughts and gives you reassurances of his forever love. This is My way of allowing you to continue to be together in spirit.
But that's not all. Your loved one also wants to help you learn to be more heavenly minded. He has already entered into the joys and rewards of Heaven, and he wants to share a little foretaste of that with you now.
I will wipe the tears from your eyes on that day when we meet face to face, and you will be united again with those you love who have gone on ahead of you.
Before long, you and your loved one will be together again on this side of the veil -- the veil that now separates your world from this heavenly one -- and you will live forever in the beautiful home I have prepared for you.
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