Grandpa, can you hear me?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
What if you could speak to a deceased relative one last time....

Submitted: July 29, 2017

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" Grandpa, can you hear me?" The  phone was  glued to my ear, waiting for a response, I could hear his breathing at the other end.....

It was a great service. My grandfather lived a long and prosperous life. He had spent the better part of his 89 years providing for his family, taking up softball, going on bowling dates with my Grandmother and their friends and doting on us, his grandchildren, who meant more to him during the final years of his life.

I was very lucky to have known a man, who, like my dad, became a very important role model during my formative years; I was blessed in having two men who nurtured  and molded me, thus shaping me into the man I have become today. I grew up listening to the stories my Grandfather used to tell me about his youth - the time he spent with my father and grandmother,  enjoying their time as a family, making cherished memories.

Now here I am, at his funeral, standing over his casket and I can't help but cry, the tears rolling down my cheeks, listening to my heart break, my life feeling every bit shattered! I simply cannot believe nor accept that he is gone!! I cannot accept that a part of him is not still with us.

As I drove home from the funeral, I slowly picked up my cell phone to dial his phone number.

Someone answered!

" Grandpa, can you hear me?" The phone was glued to my ear, waiting for a response, I could hear his breathing at the other end.

" Hello, son", he replied. He sounded younger, full of vigor and above all, ALIVE!

We chatted for over ten minutes, just like we always have, shooting the breeze, and laughing non stop. For those ten minutes, everything had stood still, but I knew our time was up and he needed to go.

" Goodbye, son", he said, choking back tears, " we will all be together one day. Be good and have a great life."

The phone went dead, our connection suddenly coming to a halt. My phone was still glued to my ear, as I continued to drive home, my mind finally at peace, knowing fully well that my Grandfather was still with me, his presence still a part of this realm of existence. 

As the days passed, I tried calling him again, but to no avail....I have not spoken to him since that day. 

Someday though....someday.....


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