
I LOVE YOU AND GOODBYE
I am writing this only 2 weeks from when the
event happened and have been somewhat emotional
since that time...please take that into
consideration while reading this.
I am a 23 yr. old mother of two. My husband
works 2nd shift on an assembly line, so he is
gone from around 3pm until 1am every evening.
Two weeks ago while loading the dishwasher, I
peeked around the corner to make sure my children
were okay while I was out of the room. Upon
looking around the corner, I saw my step-father
standing by the front door. It not being unusual
for him to stop by occasionally to see the kids
for a few minutes, I wasn't particularly
surprised. I said hello and he went on to say
that he just came by to tell the kids that he
loved them and to give them a kiss. Thinking
that was sweet, I watched as my 4 yr. old gave
him a big hug and kiss and him bending over to
smooch the baby on the cheek before leaving.
I know that he was here that night and have had a
very hard time dealing with his death, as we were
very close. The funeral was terribly hard and I
had a particularly hard time believing that he
was dead until I saw his body at the showing. I
have said nothing again about seeing him that
night to anyone for fear that it will only cause
hurt to those who loved him, but I really believe
that he just came to tell the step-grand-children
that he loved as if they were blood related that
he loved them.
Submitted from: Indiana, USA
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As I went on to continue the interrupted task of
the dishes the phone rang. It was my step-sister
saying that her dad, the same man who had "just
been in my living room" had fallen off of a
cherry-picker at work in his warehouse that
afternoon and it resulted in a fatal head
injury. Since I had been shopping all afternoon,
I had missed all attempts by her and my mother to
contact me to come to the hospital before he
died. I went on to say that it wasn't possible
because he was just here. My step-sister, who
was crying, said that I must be mistaken because
he died at 1:30 that afternoon and it being 6pm -
well...it wasn't possible.
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