I was born and raised as a country boy in the rural Pocono Mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania. I love the art of writing..
Pete was looking down at the casket of his wife of 52 years. He had tears in his eyes as the minister was talking. It was a private service, just family and a few close friends. That was the way Jean wanted it. She suffered from cancer for over a year and a half. She battled with every ounce of strength that she had, but finally she just gave up and let God take her away.
The family stayed with Pete for a few days and was worried about him. Pete seemed very down in the dumps. With the kids there he didn't have time to feel lonely. His son Joe and his daughter Emily both wanted Pete to come and live with them, but Pete turned both of them down. There were to many memories in this house. Pete and Jean worked hard to pay for it and besides the kids all grew up here.
It was a week later that Pete's kids left and loneliness started to set in. Pete would walk around the house and look at the many photos of Jean and himself. He would sit on the sofa and hold those photos close to his heart. Tears would stream from his eyes as he said, "I love you my dear."
He got some flowers at the flower shop and drove to the cemetery. He looked down at the tombstone and the tears flowed uncontrollably. He laid the flowers down next to the tombstone and said, "I love you so much, Jean. The house is so lonely now. I want to be with you, Jean. I will be coming to you soon."
He walked back to his car and had to take a ride. Ideas flowed through his mind of how he wanted to end his life. He looked to his right and a woman was sitting in the passenger seat. Pete was visibly shaken. "Who are you?" he asked. "how did you get in my car?"
"That is not important," she said. "Pete, I know you miss Jean but you can't think of killing yourself. Jean, doesn't want that."
Pete pulled the car to the side of the road and said, "Get out of my car."
The woman got out and Pete pulled back on the road and drove about a mile. A voice came from the back seat. "Pete, I have been sent here to help you."
"Get out," Pete said.
"Alright, Pete, but I will not let you do what you are thinking. Jean, wants you to stay here and be happy."
Pete stayed on the side of the road a few minutes. He laid his head in his hands and cried. "I miss you so much, Jean. I can't stand to live without you."
He drove around for about an hour. So many things were going through his mind. Should he shoot himself, should he jump off of the Carson Street bridge, should he run the car in the garage and hook a hose from the exhaust to inside the car. Actually, that seemed the best way.
He drove back home and sat in the garage for a few minutes. He closed the garage door and walked inside the house. The woman was sitting in a living room chair. "Well about time you got home," she said.
"Who are you and how did you get in my house?"
The woman stood up. A golden glow formed around her. "I am an angel, sent from heaven. Pete, it is not time for you to go. Jean doesn't want that. She wants you to stay here and be happy. She even wants you to meet someone else and maybe marry in the future."
Pete said, "How do you know that? Did you talk to Jean?"
"Yes, I did, Pete. Jean is a lovely woman and now she is out of pain. She thought hearing that would make you happy."
Pete said down on the sofa. He started to cry. He said, "I am so glad she has no more pain. She just couldn't take it anymore, it hurt her so much. I miss her so much, the house is so lonely now."
The woman sat down next to Pete and took his hand in her's. She said, " My name is, Abbey, I have been an angel for a long time. I know how you feel. I have felt the pain myself. I have seen countless other spouses feel the pain you are feeling, Pete. Believe me, time will heal the hurt. Look at the photos you have hanging on the walls and the ones sitting on the bookcases and the little tables. Pete, time will heal you and the memories of Jean will be with you. She loves you, Pete, but she wants you to stay here until it is your time to go to heaven. Then you and Jean will be reunited forever."
"Does Jean really want me to stay?"
"Yes, she does, Pete. It is her wish."
Pete stood up and hugged, Abbey. "Thank you so much. Tell Jean that I will be alright. Please tell her that. Will you do that for me?"
Abbey smiled, "That will be my pleasure. Don't worry, I will tell her."
Pete walked over to a little table. On there was a photo of the day, Jean and Pete got married. He held it close to his heart. "Look, Abbey, our wedding day." He turned around and Abbey was gone. He looked up to the heavens, smiled and said, "Thank you, Abbey, thank you so much. I will never forget you."