This I Believe

Margarita - Norfolk, Virginia
Entered on April 25, 2009
Age Group: 18 - 30
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“This I Believe”

I believe that heaven, truly exists, and the souls of our loved ones can find a way to communicate with us, throughout various mysterious ways.

The story began on May 15th, 1995, when I was nine and a half years old. My father passed away from cancer, and I was left confused and broken hearted. I remember my grandmother running into the room crying, saying that her son is dead, and my mother sitting on the couch with her head between her arms, moving back and forth. I felt numb. I couldn’t even cry. After fifteen minutes while still lying in my mother’s arms, it suddenly hit me: I will never see my father. That was the moment when the tears started. I hoped it was only a nightmare. I was wrong.

My mother told me that when someone dies, his soul remains on earth for three months. I believed her and hoped that I would get to see my father again. From that day on, I constantly looked behind me to make sure that no one was there. I wanted to see my father, but I was horrified at the idea of seeing his ghost. One day while I was in the hot tub I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and suddenly I heard some weird noise. I opened my eyes and saw bubbles. I thought that somebody pressed the bubbles to appear, but I was the only me there. Or at least I thought so. I suspected that it was my father trying to communicate with me. I got so scared that I immediately ran away. I recall my heavy and short breath and fast heart beats.

That same night I had the dream. I was running in a beautiful garden and holding my father’s hand. I have never felt so free and peaceful in my life. I clearly remember his exact words: “I am very happy with God, and I will always love and protect you no matter what.” I woke up in panic trying to look for my father, and I realized that it wasn’t just a dream; it was the meeting, the last goodbye before he joins God. I was so grateful that I had the chance to see him one more time. I remember how suddenly I felt so calm and happy, because I knew that my father is in a better place now.

Life has some mysterious ways to show us different things. Some of them are hard to see, and even harder to believe, but If you have strong enough faith in something, you can discover that it is possible even when everyone else think it’s not. I believe that I found a way to communicate to my father and to say goodbye for the last time. This belief makes me stronger.