Epilogue from Resting in Peace is Optional by Alan Hall as told to Sandy and Jillian.
By Terry Hall
My son Alan was born with a congenial heart disease, so I always considered our time together precious. Not knowing what the future held for us was a constant fear. The thought of his not being in my life, was inconceivable to me.
How do you discipline a sick child? This was a question I asked myself daily, yet I would look at his adorable face with those blue lips, and the answer became easy for me; you don't. So I must admit I spoiled him totally, and have never regretted one day of it.
After his passing, and until his burial, I remember very little of what happened during those trying days. I became a robot on automatic pilot, and just did what had to be done.
When he passed so suddenly in the morning of December 29, 1999, I couldn't and wouldn't believe that the wonderful life we had shared was over. I became consumed with that thought, and thus I began my journey into the mysteries of the unknown, the afterlife. I had to know more about death. Was there an afterlife, or was his short span of twenty years all that he would have? I knew if there were a way to communicate, Alan would surely find it. Our attachment to one another was so great thta I knew he would be just as distressed as I was.
I went to the bookstore and looked through many different books, trying to find something that could comfort me. I bought several and soon became aware of the "signs" I should look for. My son's determination to show me that he was still here became quite obvious to me, very quickly. And I was just as determined to let him know that even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was here with me.
Our relationship was indeed a very special one. I hope every mother can experience the joy we had, knowing that our affection for each other was genuine. There wasn't a day that went by when we didn't kiss and hug each other and say "I Love You." Even if I reprimanded him in some way, he could never stay mad at me for more than ten minutes. He would walk over, wrap his arms around me and tell me he was sorry. And of course, Mom would just melt. |
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All the different things that he talks about in this book have indeed happened, just as described and so many other numerous happenings that weren't even mentioned.
The most devastating experience any parent can endure is the loss of a child. I hope Alan's story will be able to help those parents who may have a child who is terminally ill or has passed.
So I say to those parents or anyone else grieving over the loss of a loved one, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I found mine. I hope you can find yours. |
