The Question

"Does it mean it can happen to anyone?"

"It’s rare but possible."

I did not know whether to cry or not. He then added "I knew before entering your head, that this was risky. Both for you and for me. The wake up call was actually not in the first plan. I decided to say it only when I was sure you will think about it."

The next month was a killer; I found out that my father died about 8 years ago. I was not told this earlier because of my condition. My home was the same one I had 10 years ago. Every thing like walking, talking was easy to get accustomed to compared to the ordeal in learning to smile again.

Do you know what we remember the most about someone we love and whome we cannot reach again? Ironically, it’s not what everyone saw and loved in them it is those small things they did that remind you of them. Like my wife’s face when she bumped our gate when she was learning to drive. Her face when she wanted our son’s first words to be "MA" and it came out "PA PA". The time I thought of teaching my son to play with a ball and he tried to eat it. The first time the nurse handed me my son.

I cried at nights knowing that all that was fake. I cried at my loss even though I never really had them.

Sometimes it’s an object that triggers my memory. The object may be a rose, a ball, a greeting card, a car anything. I knew I could not take it anymore. I was home sick and love sick. I went to the neighborhood pawn shop and bought a gun.

I woke up next morning and right next to me was my wife. I ran up to my son’s bedroom. He was there fast asleep.