| The Fire Coma Stories: «Dyin' Day»
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| The room seemed ominously cold as he entered it. |
| It was the bright blue ceiling
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| and walls and the white linoleum floor that gave it the chill
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| All the hospital rooms he could ever remember had a similar feeling,
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| cold like this one, but it was the sight of his dad laying on the bed that
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| seemed to give the chill an edge. |
| It made him feel uneasy. |
| For the first time
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| in his life he saw his dad helpless. |
| It was frightening. |
| His dad was always a
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| beacon of strength, light and love. |
| There was always a warm feeling of comfort
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| that he felt when he saw his dad, but now, even at this early age he sensed
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| what was happening. |
| He knew his father was dying and he felt pain in his heart
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| The young boy slowly walked to the side of the bed and stared into his father’s
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| face. |
| His father’s lips were dry and cracked, his skin was pale but his face
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| had a strange serenity to it. |
| It was the calm and peacefulness in his father’s
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| face that took the edge off the boy’s fear
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| Then the big eyelids rose and the father stared into the face of his son
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| «Come here, boy.» |
| The gravelly voice fell out of his mouth
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| The boy moved toward the father and they clasped hands
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| «Are you afraid?», asked the father. |
| The boy shook his head no. |
| «Well,
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| that’s good.»
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| Then the boy stuttered, «Well, maybe a little.»
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| «Well, let me tell you something, my son», the father weakly went on.
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| «I'm gonna tell you about the three happiest days of my life. |
| The first one
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| was the day I married your Mom. |
| We were very young then and your Mom was so so
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| beautiful. |
| I can remember how nervous she was and how happy I was.
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| I actually felt like I was walking on air. |
| When you feel joy like that,
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| you have no care in the world. |
| I only hope you will know this joy someday
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| «And the next happiest day in my life was the first time I set eyes on you.
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| I froze solid in my tracks and was overcome with a great feeling of such love
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| and happiness that I could barely contain myself. |
| You were divinely precious
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| beyond my ability to grasp, and when I look at you now, I still feel that same
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| way. |
| To me, you are the most beautiful creature of all God’s creations.
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| I only hope that someday you will know the same joy I feel when I look at you.
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| Tears filled the boy’s eyes and rolled down his cheeks while he sniffled.
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| His mouth tensed and trembled
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| «And, the next happiest day of my life is today.»
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| A puzzled look came over the boy’s face
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| «You see son, this world is a place where we come to sort of take care of some
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| business before we go back home for a while where we really belong.
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| You know how it is when you come home from school and you’re almost home,
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| and waiting for you at home are your Mom and dad with open and loving arms?
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| They’re waiting for you with love and happiness because they missed you when
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| you were gone. |
| It’s something like that.»
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| «But, I want to go with you,» the boy declared
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| «When you’re done taking care of business here and it’s your time,
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| then you will move on also. |
| But, for now, your Mom needs you, and there are so
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| many exciting happiest days in your life to come. |
| I’m gonna be fine where I’m
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| going and you’re gonna be fine here. |
| You’re the man of the house now and I
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| don’t know anybody else that I would want to entrust that responsibility to
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| because you are so brave and strong.»
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| The boy squeezed his father’s hand. |
| «But, why now, dad? |
| Why do you have to go
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| now?»
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| «Because it’s my time and I have no choice. |
| You see son, just because we don’t
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| know why things are the way they are, that doesn’t mean that God doesn’t.
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| We just can’t see it now, but you will someday. |
| You’re so smart and beautiful
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| and remember, along with God, I am with you inside always. |
| You can talk to us
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| whenever you want.»
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| «But how do I do that when you’re not here?» |
| the boy puzzled
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| «Well, at first you close your eyes and focus your attention right here.
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| «The father gently touched the boy’s forehead between the eyes.
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| «Clear your mind and start talking and then listen to your heart for an
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| answers. |
| That’s where we are.»
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| «But it will be just dark,» the boy said |
| «At first, but in time it will get easier. |
| Come now, I have something for you.»
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| He reached over the bed and grabbed a shoe box from a shelf that ran along the
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| window sill. |
| He opened the top and inside, neatly stacked upright was a row of
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| envelopes filled with letters
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| «Each one of these envelopes has a number on it. |
| On the day you reach the age
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| of the number on the letter, I want you to open it and read it. |
| The first one
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| is to be opened and read on your 12th birthday, then on your 15th,
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| then 17th birthday. |
| The next on your 19th, and so on, until you are 45 years
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| old. |
| There are things that you will understand then and if you miss me,
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| you can read the letters.» |
| He handed the box to the boy and stared deeply into
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| his eyes as a peaceful smile came over his face. |
| «Now, you remember, son,
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| I love you more than my own life.»
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| The boy smiled and wept, «I love you too dad.»
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| The father squeezed the little boy’s tiny hand and signaled the boy with a nod
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| of his head
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| The boy turned and went to the door, opened it with one hand while clutching
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| the box with the other
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| The father smiled peacefully as the boy turned and their eyes met one last time.
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| The father could see the outline of the boys little body stepping from the
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| room, and as the door closed, the father could feel his own last breath race
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| from his lungs |