Chapter 52: Beyond the Grave (Part Two)

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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When my brother, Warren, was admitted to the hospital and placed in intensive care for contracting pneumonia, Mom and Dad spoke to him. Since our parents are deceased, I would never had believed him, if I hadn’t been ill that time with SARS, and had an encounter with them, myself.

I felt the goosebumps rise up on my arms as I listened to Joseph talk about Mom and Dad’s visit.  He couldn’t see them, but heard them quite clearly. Mom and Dad had urged Warren to leave the hospital and he did!  Warren convinced his medical doctor he felt much better and wanted to go home. The news of how Warren simply left intensive care to return home baffled me. How in the world did he get released just like that?  For about a week, Warren and I spoke over the phone about our childhood and all the great times we had as children.  During these conversations, Warren sounded like he was on top of the world. He made plans about getting back into music, such as performing in a duet.  Warren had left the music scene due to health reasons, but since he was feeling exhilarated after his conversation with Mom and Dad, he was just so happy to be alive and to take a chance in doing something different with his music, such as forming a duet/partnership with another musician. It was barely two weeks when Warren had left the hospital, and suddenly, had passed away in his sleep.  

It had been six months since Warren’s death and I was still pondering over several questions popping up in her mind.  Did my parents really speak to Warren in the hospital or did he imagine it?  How did Warren get released from the hospital if he were placed in intensive care?  Was it the hospital’s fault Warren died, because they’d released him too soon?  When it came to the hospital being at fault, well, there wasn’t much I could do about it.  According to a state law in Florida, I would have to either be Warren’s spouse or his child to get my hands on his hospital records.  Therefore, since my hands were tied concerning Warren’s death, perhaps I should focus more on whether my brother was at peace when he passed away.  So, if he were telling the truth about our parents’ visit, then it was obvious they were with him when he took his last breath.

It had been so hard to lose Warren.  He was my best friend.  Warren had been the only person in the world who truly understood me and, now, he was gone.  Just like that!  Now, when it came to hearing voices once again, this time I experienced a REAL SHOCKER!

It all began in trying to satisfy my spouse, Ron, and that’s because he complained about everything. Ron was a Persian Gulf War veteran, who inhaled toxic fumes aboard a battleship and it wasn’t soon after arriving back home from the War, he grew weak and sickly after his exposure. He took a number of medications which I did my best to remind him to take.  Yet, it didn’t seem to make any difference because it was damned if I reminded him or damned if I didn’t.  Ron either complained about my constant nagging or my lack of support by not reminding him to take his pharmaceutical drugs.

The night came when Ron blamed all of his health problems on me.  After all, it was I who convinced him to stay in the U.S. Navy to earn a retirement pension.  As it turned out, Ron received a comfortable pension and was also receiving disability compensation for his numerous health ailments from serving overseas.  I felt he was well taken care of as long as he kept up with his medical appointments and medications and I was determined to stay on top of it; despite, his constant biatching.

So, on this particular night when Ron was being totally nasty towards me, telling me he wished he were dead.  Deep inside, I knew Ron didn’t have a real death wish. After all, he was still breathing! I left Ron in the kitchen, as he continued his ranting on about this and that, and decided to retire for the evening.  As I entered the bedroom, I felt like slamming the door to block out the noise his voice made.  But I relented from doing so, because the act would only anger him more and then I’d never get any rest.  I just wanted Ron to shut up once and for all!

As I sat down on the bed, I felt like crying, but didn’t!  The last tears I shed were for Warren.  His death had broken my heart and I felt so empty.  “Ron!” I grounded his name with my teeth.  “It should’ve been you that ground and not Warren.” 

 


Submitted: June 23, 2022

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