Yes, I know, I gave a cliffhanger in the last part. I'll make this story has a proper ending to soothe the confusion.
I felt an ache in my head as I fell down on the floor and my vision grew darker. Darker until I no longer see the light in the already shady room. I see nothing. I see only darkness. One would question whether that pitch black that I experienced ever existed. Is this really happening? Or is it just in my head. Either way, I have to go on. I just walked.
I kept walking in the dark void and knowing nothing that lies within the void or whether anything lies within it. I heard my own steps clearly within the enclosed dimension. I was in despair. Where can I go? Will I ever get out of here? I could not think clearly anymore. Was I going insane?
I felt very exhausted but I have to keep on walking even though I do not know to where. As I tread endlessly without a goal a very little dot of light appeared out of nowhere. I felt the obligation to check out where does the light brings me.
As I walk towards the light. The small dot appeared bigger and wider that my surrounding is filled with light. That was when a voice from the dark side. A voice from my dear ones.
"Dad, come over here. We miss you so much," said baby son, Jonas.
"That's right honey. It has been so long since we last met you," said my wife, Joanne.
"I missed you two, but where are both of you?" I replied.
"We know that honey. We are within the dark place here. It's quite comfy over here. Would be a shame if you wouldn't come with us. It's been too long since we have a complete family gathering since your work demands your commitment," my wife continued.
Happy yet confused, I did not know what to do. The dark place seems to be scary and the light will lead to somewhere else. But I knew I had to make a choice no matter how unwilling I am. I miss my family yet to live within complete blindness is something I could not comprehend.
"Sorry honey. Sorry baby boy. I want to venture to the light. I know you have been waiting for so long but I really want to go the light," I said.
"Choose as you wish honey. We know you'll come here again later. I would really love to block you from going because the waiting will be very long. But I can't force you." said Joanne.
Thus nervously, I approached towards the light until it consumed me as a whole. I am now within the void similar as I was before except it was white. I have no knowledge of what was happening. Suddenly, everything turned pitch black.
I heard digital beeps. Beeping as my heart beats. I tried opening my eyes but it hurts terribly. I tediously tried to open my eyes despite the pain. As I opened my eyes, I could only see a white ceiling of a white room. I guessed I was in a hospital as there were wires connecting to me through my veins of my hand. I was approached by a nurse.
"Hey! You're awake! It's been a while," said the nurse.
"Huh? What happened? I can't remember," I mumbled.
"You were in a coma for the past six months," replied the nurse.
"Really? Where are my family? Do you know?" I asked.
"Your family... you went in a coma after you heard the news of their death" the nurse answered with a very low voice.
"I know you have a lot to ask but I have to report to the doctor first," the nurse continued.
Then she left the ward.
I wondered what actually happened to myself. Were what that has happened to me were real? I could never know the real answer. What was the apparition actually? Was that a vision?
There were so many questions stuffed within me that I wished I know all of the answers.
"Please, Mr. U, please have a rest. I know you have a lot of questions but keep it for later," the nurse nudged me.
"I will put into you a medicine to help you rest a bit. Have enough sleep, Mr. U ," the nurse continued.
After awake in the hospital for one week, I was discharged. Yet, no real answer to my mysteries were properly answered. So, I just made some sort of story to help me deal with what I felt in my coma.
After my family died, I lost my willingness to live. I felt like there were no more purpose of living. The apparition was there to represent my pathetic-ness. To represent how I really needed to help myself to stand back on its own and accept the reality, no matter how reluctant I was to accept it.
Even though I never understand totally of what has occured, I certainly understood this;
"The life of the living should never be used for the dead. But the memories of the dead, should live in our hearts. Their memories should be commemorated in everything we do so that they will always live within us," - Mr. U
(end)
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