The Door

At the end of my suffering, there was a door. It was heavy oak, and there was no handle on my side. I stood for a moment, not sure what to make of it. I wasn't where I was supposed to be. The memory was fading--I had been going in for surgery, and Peggy was there, holding my hand and talking to me. It got fuzzy after that...lights, and sounds, but then that all faded and I woke up here.

I don't hurt now, so that's good. They must have got the cancer. I'm not hungry either, which seems odd. Wasn't I hungry for a while? Something is not right. I look around, and I call out for her, but she's not here. Surely they wouldn't have moved me without letting Peg know? And why would there be a door here, anyway?

There isn't anyone around, and since I can't open the door from this side, I give it a knock and wait. Before long, the door opens, and light pours in. I didn't realize I was in the dark, but now as the light floods me, I stand dazzled. "Hi, Son. I'm so glad to see you again."

I immediately recognize her voice. It's been so many years since I've heard her speak that I openly weep. "No, Tim, you don't need to cry. I'm so glad you're here." She wraps her arms around me and draws me inside and closes the door quietly.

"Why am I here, Mom? I was with Peggy." I think about her, and I wonder if she knows where I am.

"You're starting your new journey today, Tim. Peggy will be along later, and you can see her then. You each will travel separately for now. I'm here to help you on your way."

I love my Mom, and I'm so glad to see her, but I feel like I left something undone. "But what about Peggy? How will I know when I can see her again?"

"You'll hear her knock. That's how I knew to come to the Door now--I heard your knock, and I knew it was time for our paths to join once again." She took my hand in hers, and smiled at me. "Are you ready, Tim? We have places to go."

I know she wouldn't lie to me. I turn away from the Door. "I'm ready."