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Continued from yesterday…
One night, I saw him standing by the doorway. Or should I say, I saw his silhouette framed across the open doorway. It was strange as the outline of the silhouette was blurred, almost hazy. I recognized that frame. Tall. Lanky and a little stooped at the shoulders. And then with his steely voice, he called out my name. I got up to welcome him and that was when I heard the yelp of my little pooch. See, my little dog has the habit of laying on my tummy when we go to bed and she had been startled with the sudden jerk of my body trying to get up.
I had been dreaming. Dreaming about my uncle waiting at the doorway. Dreaming about him calling me.
But it all seemed real. Very real. I had a sleepless session, for the rest of the night. The next morning, I had a phone call. It was a call from my Dad.
Somehow, I knew there would be.
Trying to sound brave and collected, he informed me that my uncle had passed away. My uncle had returned home from the fields around noon (his time) and had got into his rocking chair for a while to rest his eyes. Unfortunately, it was the dreaded eternal rest.
My Dad, in between muffled sobs, mentioned that my uncle had longed to see me one more time and had been badgering my Dad to make it happen every time he had called.
I guess my uncle got his chance. One last time.
Any guess on when his spirit left his shell of a body?
