touch my heart

A story worth sharing ... it will touch the heart of every man and woman
with family ...

4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how
does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She
must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to
taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I
have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and
emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.

There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I
had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that
there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after
informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I
am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy.
So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the
room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with
intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was
broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies
the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a
mess on the bedsheet and blanket!

Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged
straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him
a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short
explanation:

"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were
not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I
remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without
any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water
from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for
me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it
under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind
you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."

At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I
didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom
and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went
towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him,
while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on
the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my
son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little
buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to
focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to
most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be
graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a
lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing
up.

However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This
time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence
from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to
explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling
out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop,
happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack
the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'.
But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by
his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was
the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the
kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then,
he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am
sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me
proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's
winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in
every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my
son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the
day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master
was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted
to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise
never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel
that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before,
he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I
pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the
letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son
on his prank, during this time of the year.

His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to
ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's
reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each
time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not
able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox,
I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."

After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to
say... I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in
future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach
mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon
after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the
letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help
opening the letter before they turn to ash.

And one of the letters broke my heart....

Dear Mummy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and
the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I
did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was
afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad
went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in
front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was
furious, and he couldn't help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not
tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and
whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his
room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I
think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please
appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard
that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you
will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why haven't you appeared?


After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace
the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....

thanks to my fren. forward this to me.