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Sent From Heaven

I was born and raised as a country boy in the rural Pocono Mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania. I love the art of writing..

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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."

Comments

Larry W. Fish on September 27, 2018:

Thank you, Shyron for your comment. I'm sorry that it brought back bad memories for you. As my wife and I get older we know it is just a matter of time for one of us. I am so sorry to hear about your husband, Shyron. I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers.

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on September 26, 2018:

Larry, this sad and beautiful. Yes it is hard to lose someone, my hubby passed away in mid April. Everything reminds me of my Honey and I miss him very much, but I grieved for him when I changed his bandages 3 or more times a day; I grieved for him when he told me how miserable he was and spoke of his pain which I felt when he told me. His last words to me "I love you more" keep me company and I am comforted by the fact that he is no longer in pain and misery. I miss him, but I will not waste time wallowing in self pity, I will not allow myself to be lonely. No I am not looking for someone to replace him, but I live each day showing him how I take care of me and doing the things he taught me, like remembering his love for me, but not allowing that memory to restrict my activities.

I do love your story.

Blessings my friend.

Larry W Fish (author) from Raleigh on September 24, 2018:

Yves, I also believe that there are angels among us. The death of a spouse must be devastating.

Yves on September 23, 2018:

I cannot even begin to imagine what Pete was going through. In my case, I think I'd spend a lot of time with the kids, until they through me out altogether.

Your story is sad, yet heartwarming. There are angels among us. No doubt in my mind about that.

Liz Westwood from UK on September 23, 2018:

On the positive side, for those with a Christian belief, there is hope of a much better place to go. Life might be 'shortlived', but heaven is for eternity.

Larry W Fish (author) from Raleigh on September 23, 2018:

Thank you for the comment, Liz. As my wife and I get older we know we are on the downhill side of life.

Liz Westwood from UK on September 23, 2018:

This is an extremely touching and well-written story about a subject that sooner or later we are all going to experience in some way.

Larry W Fish (author) from Raleigh on September 23, 2018:

Thanks for your comment, Flourish. My wife and I will be married 48 years this coming December. I know if I lost her I would be devastated. I am sure my children would be there to help me through it.

FlourishAnyway from USA on September 22, 2018:

We don’t give enough attention to widows and widowers. It’s an enormous life change in every way. I’m glad Pete decided to stick around. It would have devastated his children and grandchildren to lose him, especially after dealing with Jean’s recent loss as well.

Larry W Fish (author) from Raleigh on September 22, 2018:

Thanks for the comment, Eric. Glad you enjoyed it.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on September 22, 2018:

Most marvelous. To the brink and back, guided by an Angel. Thanks Larry.