Just beyond the door..!
Robert Clements
Monday, December 19, 2011 - Where are we going grandpa?” asked the little fellow as he was all dressed up by his mother. “To the airport!” said the grandfather, “to welcome your father.” “Dad!” shouted the little fellow as his father came out of the airport, “Dad, do you enjoy staying in the airport?”
“I don’t stay in the airport!” said his puzzled father. “Of course you do!” said the little boy, “Of course you do dad! Remember we left you at the airport door a few months ago? And now you’ve come out of there! And do you know what I do when I miss you?” “You don’t have to tell your dad that!” said the grandfather gruffly looking at his son guiltily.
“No, no tell me,” said the father to his son, “Tell me what you do when you miss me?” “Well grandfather and I come to the airport and we sit on that bench over there and we look at the door, and then grandfather says, look beyond the door, can you see your father? And I say, yes granddad I can, and when I see you, dad working so hard I know you are okay and you will come home soon!”
“I’m not sure you should have told your dad that!” said the grandfather to the little boy as they sat that evening and chatted. “Why ever not,” said the little fellow, “Daddy was quite happy that I had found a way not to miss him too much!” It was a few years later that the grandfather lay sick in hospital and the little fellow now a little older went to visit him, “Soon I will be going my little child,” whispered the grandfather and there will be much crying and wailing, but I don’t want you to shed a tear!”
“I will grandfather, I will!” wept the boy. “No, you must not because that will make me very sad!” said the grandfather, “But I know what you should do when you do miss me!” “What?” asked his grandson and the grandfather leaned forward and whispered in his ear. The day of the funeral came and they could not find the boy. “We have to take the body to the cemetery!” said the mother, “Where is our son!” “I left him at the airport!” said his father and we will go and collect him after we have done with the rituals!” The boy was at the airport peering through the dark glass. “Can you see him?” asked his father. “Yes dad I can!” said his son, “He’s just there inside like he told me, with his friends!”
“Friends?” asked his mother. “They all have wings ma,” the boy exclaimed, “and he’s happy with them. I know he’ll fly about a bit, and he said he’s be there inside waiting to welcome me when my time here is done..!” There were no tears in anybody’s eyes as the three went home. They knew their loved one was waiting for them, just beyond the door.
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
“I don’t stay in the airport!” said his puzzled father. “Of course you do!” said the little boy, “Of course you do dad! Remember we left you at the airport door a few months ago? And now you’ve come out of there! And do you know what I do when I miss you?” “You don’t have to tell your dad that!” said the grandfather gruffly looking at his son guiltily.
“No, no tell me,” said the father to his son, “Tell me what you do when you miss me?” “Well grandfather and I come to the airport and we sit on that bench over there and we look at the door, and then grandfather says, look beyond the door, can you see your father? And I say, yes granddad I can, and when I see you, dad working so hard I know you are okay and you will come home soon!”
“I’m not sure you should have told your dad that!” said the grandfather to the little boy as they sat that evening and chatted. “Why ever not,” said the little fellow, “Daddy was quite happy that I had found a way not to miss him too much!” It was a few years later that the grandfather lay sick in hospital and the little fellow now a little older went to visit him, “Soon I will be going my little child,” whispered the grandfather and there will be much crying and wailing, but I don’t want you to shed a tear!”
“I will grandfather, I will!” wept the boy. “No, you must not because that will make me very sad!” said the grandfather, “But I know what you should do when you do miss me!” “What?” asked his grandson and the grandfather leaned forward and whispered in his ear. The day of the funeral came and they could not find the boy. “We have to take the body to the cemetery!” said the mother, “Where is our son!” “I left him at the airport!” said his father and we will go and collect him after we have done with the rituals!” The boy was at the airport peering through the dark glass. “Can you see him?” asked his father. “Yes dad I can!” said his son, “He’s just there inside like he told me, with his friends!”
“Friends?” asked his mother. “They all have wings ma,” the boy exclaimed, “and he’s happy with them. I know he’ll fly about a bit, and he said he’s be there inside waiting to welcome me when my time here is done..!” There were no tears in anybody’s eyes as the three went home. They knew their loved one was waiting for them, just beyond the door.
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
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