They Can Resurrect Father

Supernatural Stories | Apr 3, 2012 | 24 min read
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Supernatural Stories

They Can Resurrect Father

André
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"Look, here, Eldon." Chris shouts as he rushes into the garage, where I was busy with the car engine.
He knows very well that he is not suppose to come so suddenly on me, because after my heart attack about a year ago, the doctor warned the family against doing things like that. Any sudden excitement - of any kind - can bring on another heart attack. But Chris has always been compulsive and in his excitement to show me whatever it is he wants to show me, he must have forgotten about the doctor's warning.
He waves one of the magazines, which he loves to read so much, in front of my face. He points at the heading of the article - which brought on his excitement - to me.
YOUR LOVED ONES CAN LIVE AGAIN. The legend says in huge bold letters and underneath in smaller letters it says:A method has been perfected to bring the dead back to life again.
"What nonsense is this." I say as I immediately dismissed Chris's excitement and continue with the engine I was working on.
"It is not nonsense...It has been proven. I even saw it on Discovery Channel the other night, but didn't take too much notice of it, until I read this article. It really works and they already brought back two old movie stars, as well as an ancient warrior.
"Its not possible to bring back the dead." I say as I continue with the engine.
"With the super advancement in science we have nowadays, it IS possible to do it. And you won't believe it, but the scientist who discovered the method got the idea from watching Jurassic Park, the movie about the dinosaurs that was brought back to live through their DNA. That DNA was found in ancient mosquitoes that were preserved in amber. The movie was all fantasy, but this sparked something in the scientist's mind and he started working on it. It took him nearly ten years, but he finally got it right two years ago."
"What nonsense!"
"They tested it in secret and it works every time. They first brought back an ancient warrior. This they did with full media coverage, and this was the programme they showed on Discovery Channel. Then they got permission from the families and brought back two movie stars. When they succeeded in doing that, the method was patented and approved by the authorities and now they are out in the open. They started a company and are prepared to bring back anybody now."
"I can't see how they can bring back a dead person. I mean a person who has been dead and buried for several years. Do they exhume the body? And then what. How can they bring that rotten body back to life again...It is simply not possible and I don't believe it."
"That is the beauty of it, Eldon. That is not what they do. They have methods to built the complete body again. It doesn't matter how long the person has been dead, they built a "new" body, if you can call it that."
"How?"
"Obviously, they are not going to reveal the methods that they use, but they can do it. They resurrected an ancient warrior who fought in the armies of Genghis Khan. Social scientist already interviewed this man and he gave them information that they couldn't get before. They even found secret places which he revealed to them. Here is an article about it in the latest National Geographic. These people wouldn't lie about stuff like this."
I put my spanners down on the workbench as I turned to Chris who was so very excited about this "discovery".
"So what does all this have to do with us?" I wanted to know.
"We can bring back father."
I feel as a light shock moves down my body, making me feel weak in the knees. If it made me weak in my arms, I would have been worried.
"We can bring back father...And have the time with him that we missed when we were kids."
At hearing those words a great sorrowfulness took hold of me. Father died before Chris was born, when I was only four years old. I could still remember him, but Chris never saw him while he was alive.
For a few moments I was just looking at Chris and he at me. In those few moments all the thoughts and longing and wishing of those years flashes through my mind. Not having a father who could teach us the things that a father should teach his sons. Listening on the playgrounds as the other boys brag about their dads, and we had nothing to say, because we didn't have a father. Having to attend father-son occasions with an uncle - IF one was available. Someone who grew up with his father just won't understand what it is growing up without your father...Knowing that your father is dead and that he will never return.
For Chris it must have been worst, because I at least had father for a while. I could sit on his lap, talk to him, played with him; but he never even had that. I had some memories of father, he had none.
And here was a chance now to have our father back.
Even as I stood there in that garage with my oily hands and clothes and with the smell of petrol and grease, I could for a moment imagine what it would be like to have father back. To tell him all our adventures since he left. To show him what we accomplished on our own and without any outside help. To show him our own children, his grandchildren. I could already see that look of pride that would appear on his face when he saw his grand daughter and the twins.
Between Chris and me, we had more than enough money, no matter how much it would cost. The look of utter excitement on Chris's face also made me excited now, but as older brother I still had to keep my head. It was still my duty to use my brains and not think with my heart. I had to look at all the possibilities first.
"So what would something like this cost and how exactly does it work?"
"You don't even have to worry about the cost, Eldon. I think I know how to get around that one. All that they need is a photo of the deceased and any item of his clothing."
"An item of his clothing and a photo? I thought you said these people were scientists. Now they sound more like witchdoctors." I said as I pick up my spanner and walk back to the engine."
"No, no... They don't use these items for magic. They use it scientifically. They extract DNA from the piece of clothing. You know that we are continuously giving off parts of our body, whether it is old skin, or hair, or whatever, but we are continuously loosing these. Our clothes are full of it and even if it is washed these items will still be found on the clothing, because it is microscopic small. From these they get the DNA which they use to rebuild the complete body again."
"And what do they need the photo for?"
"I don't exactly know, but I tell you that this method works. It must work, because they have prove of their methods and it has been approved by most medical associations in the world."
"And how do they built the body from the DNA?"
"That is another thing I don't understand, BUT we can go to their offices and have them explain it to us."
I put the spanner down again.
"What? They have offices here in South Africa? I wouldn't have thought that people like that would be in a country like ours?"
"Yes, South Africa is one of the countries that approved their methods. Off course there are many other countries that would never allow something like that on their territories, but luckily our country is not one of them."
"Have you discussed this with Enid yet?" I want to know, knowing what his wife thought about his usual, what she called, 'brain-hared schemes'.
"I first came to discuss it with you. If you approve, we will have to convince mother. Once she is convinced, it won't be difficult to convince the others."
I smile. I can see that he worked this out very carefully. He knew that once he convinced me, the rest would be easy. But I am not so sure about mother. I don't think she will ever go for what she will call, 'these new fangled stuff.'
The thing is that I would really like to be with father again, to have him in front of me, to talk to him, to take some photos of and with him. But still I am not sure about this.
"What is the legal implications of all this? What happens if a "dead" person is made alive again. He will come into the world with no possessions, no money, nothing."
"They will explain it all at the corporation. But say for example we bring father back, can you really say that he is without possessions? Will his family not provide for him in every way that they could. Don't you think that other people will also do the exact same thing? I mean the person can only be brought back to life with the approval of his family. There is no other legal way to do it. But the finer points of the system will be explained to us and you can ask all the questions then. What do you say?"

I would love to talk face to face with my father again. I can remember how we played on the lounge carpet on rainy days. The weather would be grey and wet outside and the house would be in semi darkness. It was always kind of spooky, but with my father with me I had no fear at all. He was like a solid beacon of protection. I would then ride on his back. Where other children would take him for a horse, I always thought of me riding on a steam train, being the engineer and telling the locomotive exactly where he must go and how fast.
And when we were tired we would read. He would read his magazine, while I had my own small little books about the second world war. Father always explained stuff like that to me and seeing the drawn pictures in those books, made everything that he explained even clearer to me. While we were reading I would always pound him with a million questions and he would calmly put his magazine down and explain or demonstrated to me what I wanted to know.
And then mother would call us for supper. There by the lamplight, we would listen to the radio. I understood almost everything, because once again he would patiently explain everything to me. I didn't realize it at the time, but when I thought about it much later, this was real heaven. Me, my father and my mother living on our little homestead far away from all the troubles of later years. This was heaven. Nothing that happened afterwards can ever be compared to that joy of having my father with me.
Yes, I would really love to talk to my father again. For Chris it would be a whole different adventure, because he would be meeting father for the first time.
But the things that I must consider are legion. Is this natural? What are the religious implication. This is the point that mother is going to make. It is not natural and God will never approve. What is going to happen afterwards. What are we going to do with father? And will father "die" again?
"Father can stay with either of us, but will his sickness be eliminated by this process or will he still..."
"Wait, Eldon," Chris stopped me in mid-sentence. "This is not a permanent thing."
I see that he looks a bit sheepish now.
"What do you mean?"
"If they resurrect father, he is not coming home with us. It...it is not permanent."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"We will have father for a whole day, eighteen hours actually, but that is all. They keep him there."
"So then we can visit him there whenever we want? What? Why does he have to stay there?"
"It is complicated. On that day we can take all the photos and videos we want and we can talk with him as much as we want. But that is it."
"So you want us all to go to an emotional trauma like that again. To see father for a day and that is it? What is wrong with you, man." I pick up the spanner again, this time with the idea of beating Chris to death with it.
"Please, Eldon. Do this for me. Please. I just want to hold his hand. Just want to touch him, to talk to him and to have him also see me, his other son. You had all that. Please."
"What about mother? She is old, do you think her heart will be able to take something like that?"
"Let's leave her out of the picture. She never has to know. Let us do this on our own. Just you me and the kids."
Chris can be very convincing sometimes. I know that the two of us will be strong enough to take something like this. It will be like an adventure for both of us. For the children it will also be something to talk about for years, they saw grandpa.
"I don't know, brother." I say. I very seldom call him brother and he knows it. "I will have to sleep on this."

"This is not natural, Eldon," Tashia says as rubs the last grease from the dishes. The atmosphere is always nice in the kitchen, especially after supper with our only child, Samantha, in her room. This is usually the time Tashia and I use to have our planning sessions and other talks.
"There are lots of things that we do every day that is not natural, but we still do it. Since when do we only have to do stuff that is natural? This is just the latest invention and soon it will just be everyday."
"But, Eldon, this is something on a whole different level. And not only that, this method is brand new and we don't know what the after effects can be."
"I can't see how there can be after effects. They recreate father from his DNA. We visit him for one day and that is it. We don't know what is going to happen to him. For us it is completely safe. I am sure we will be able to visit him again on other occasions, but the beauty of the thing is that he stays there with the professionals. There is absolutely no risk to us, as far as I can see."
She turns her back and continues doing the dishes. For me this is the sign that she gave up and is leaving the decision to me."
"I don't know about this." are her final words.
"Remember, mother must NEVER find out about this." I say.
"Would you like me to go with you two to the interview?" she asks, showing that she always supports me in whatever decision I make, even if she disapproves.
"Thanks for the offer, but I think this is Chris and my baby and we have to see it through. I must also explain to you that I myself, is not too comfortable with this whole idea and I haven't decided anything yet. If I decide to go through with it, it will be for Chris's sake. I first want to hear what they can tell me at the Wellness Corporation. Don't worry, dear, everything will work out fine."
She turns around with her eyes swimming in tears.
"I understand, my darling. It is just that everything is finally working out so fine for all of us and we really didn't need anything to complicate things now. I want you and Chris to go over this once again after the interview and find out if it is really necessary to resurrect your father. To do what exactly."
"I understand, I will consider all the possibilities." I said as I sat down with my coffee at the kitchen table.
This really was a heavy burden and a tough decision to make, but I was used to taking tough decisions and I knew I would be able to do it again. The sun was shining hotly, although it was only half past seven in the morning. The white granite building in the main street of Stellenbosch shone like a hot diamond in the early morning sun.
Chris pulled his huge SUV into the parking bay and we got out ready to do what would maybe be the greatest thing we ever did together.
I really felt a bit nervous and from the way Chris was acting I could see he too was a little apprehensive now that he was actually here.
"OK, this is it. Let's do it and get it over with. Remember, we are not taking any decisions here, we are just here to gather information." I told him.
"I understand. I will leave most of the talking to you in any case."
The inside of the Wellness Corporation speaks of pure luxury. There is a very nice perfumy smell inside the richly carpeted lobby and the temperature is just right, not too hot not too cold.
"Messeurs Lock...You are here to see Mister Walvatne?" a beautiful secretary immediately make us feel welcome, by creating the impression that the whole company has just been waiting on us this morning.
"Yes, thank you very much." I said.
She takes us through the passages to the office where Mr Walvatne are already waiting on us in his huge office.
"Eldon, Chris," he greets us enthusiastically. "I am Brad. Come inside and make yourselves at home."
"Can I bring you some coffee, tea...cool-drink?" the secretary asks before she leaves
"Coffee, please." I say.
The office is huge, with a very high ceiling. The colour theme of the office is an icy white, with all the major items in that colour. The glass desk as well as the comfortable chairs with is in that icy white colour. We sit in another part of the office that is furnished like a little lounge with a huge comfortable white couch and chairs. That same perfumy smell is in the office. All sounds are damped by the high ceiling and the soft fluffy carpet. The atmosphere in that office makes one feel relaxed very quickly.
Brad starts immediately - when the door closed behind the secretary - with his sales pitch. One can see he is a professional, because he doesn't make it sound like something he learned by heart and is just reciting.
"Now the two of you have a lot of questions, I know. Let me explain to you in short what we do here.By a process, we call the Cremator Remortar we bring dead people back to actually life. This is not a video, or only talking to the deceased, this is having the person in real life in front of you and you can talk to him and he can talk to you like in normal life. The process that we use to create the body is through the manipulation - through our patented method - of the loved one's DNA. DNA consists of two long, complementary chains of nucleotides. A nucleotide contains one deoxyribose-phosphate link in the DNA chain, and one base. The deoxyribose-phosphate part is always the same, but there are four kinds of base and therefore four kinds of nucleotide. The letters A, C, G, and T can stand for either the bases or the nucleotides containing those bases. The DNA can then be imagined as a long series of letters, corresponding to the order of the nucleotides down the chain. A stretch of DNA can then be symbolized by something like GATACCA... The DNA in a human cell consists of about 6 billion nucleotide letters arranged in a particular sequence. The full set of DNA in a cell is called the genome." he explains to us as he points to a slide show that appears on one wall as he talks.
"You see we knew this all the time, but not until now did we have the method to rebuild the body. This is a complex process, that happens inside a huge vat of filled with liquid protein. The computer rebuild the entire body inside these vats. You won't believe me, but we can grow the entire person, in his adult form, within between three to four weeks."
On the screen we see the room with two huge see through vats where one can see a body forming. It is time lapsed photography that shows Week 1, Week 2, etc, until the fully formed body is shown in the final week.
"OK, in a way I can understand the rebuilding of the body through the blueprint of the DNA. But how can you replace the person's thoughts."
"A very good question," Brad says as he smiles. "You see, in general people usually see the brain as the center of all a person's thoughts and the way that he acts. But that is not entirely true. The brain is only the MECHANICAL "computer" that the body uses for this function. The actually thought processes works through the mind, something which is not visible or quantifiable. In a religious sense this is what people call the soul, but in reality it is the spirit."
"Wow, and you can also recreate that?"
Brad gives a half bashful laugh.
"This is usually where these talks break down. No, Eldon, you see we have a method of bringing the "soul", if we can call it that, back to the body. It is not that difficult, because the soul and body actually belongs to each other. But the method in which this is done I am not allowed to explain to you...But that is the way we do it. Once we have rebuilt the body of your father and his soul has been recalled, the man you will see in front of you will be your real father. He will remember his whole life up to the part where he physically died. Once his soul is back it will be for him as if he just woke up from his afternoon nap. There will be no trauma or anything dangerous involved for him. When you meet him, you will be talking to your real father."
"Will he be able to tell us about where he went after death, etc."
Brad smiles. "Unfortunately not. He will only remember what happened to him in this dimension when he was alive and nothing else."
"This is all very interesting, Brad. But why does he have to stay here? Why can't we take him home?"
"There are two reasons. The first reason is the legal matter. This person has no legal status in the outside world. The second reason is that we are still new with this process and we are still conducting experiments. We really don't know what will happen to the body under the normal stresses outside in the real world. That is why we keep them here. To experiment further and see how the bodies react under the stress of the normal outside life. I can almost guarantee that within the next few years, people will be able to take their love ones home forever, but for the moment we are still working on that. You must remember that you have the right to visit him once a month for as long as you want..."
"Are there any paperwork involved?" I ask.
"Unfortunately, yes." Brad laughs as he produced a document of two pages to us. "This is the whole contract between you and the Wellness Corporation. The price is also there." he points out with his finger.I take the document and put it in my portfolio. "OK, then, that is it. We will contact you after our family meeting, Brad. Thank you very much for being so open.
As we drive down the busy Main Road in Stellenbosch with the hot summer sun heating the interior Chris looked at me and asked: "So what do you think?"
"I think we must do this. The price is not bad and we will have a whole day with father, with the possibility of seeing him again, because they will keep him there at Wellness Corporation."
I see the bright smile on Chris's face as he expertly steer the huge SUV over the busy road.
Two days later Chris went to mother's and secretly took one of father's shirts. Mother kept father's cupboard just the way it was on the day that he died. Only now and then she would clean it a bit, but the clothes and all the other paraphernalia she leaves just like he left it. It think this is a build in weakness of people, to always try to preserve the past. But in any case, Chris got one of father's shirts and this is what we took back to The Wellness Corporation.
I took them one of the photos I have of Father.
We also took them the money in cash.
With all the administration completed, the process could start.
They did a preliminary examination on the shirt and even showed us the many strands of DNA they found on the shirt. It is almost unbelievable that a totally clean shirt can contain that many DNA, not that DNA is dirty, but I always thought then when a shirt is washed and ironed it is totally clean.
"Thank you very much, gentlemen." Brad said as he escorted us to our vehicle outside in the parking area. "We have all we need and we are even now starting the process of bringing your father back to life."
"Now that you mention it, Brad. How many people do you bring back at a time?" I ask, before I get into the SUV.
"We can bring back four people at one time. Yes, with this huge building and all the machinery that you saw inside, we only have the ability to bring back four people at any one time. But the miracle is that we DO HAVE the technology to actually do it." he says as he gives his usual salesman's smile. "We will let you know when you father is ready to see you. Rest assure, gentlemen, that nothing can go wrong."
We shook hands and then Chris and I left. It was like a huge weight was off my shoulder. The wheel is on the roll and now it is all in the hands of The Wellness Corporation. We now just have to wait on them to call us.
The only thing that still worried me a bit is that mother can find out. She is very intelligent and all it would take is one wrong word from the wives or the children. I will never be able to live through that, if she should find out what we are doing, because she would be devastated.
As we waited I tried not to think about it, but it was difficult. In the evenings while lying in bed I would be thinking how fantastic it would be to see father again. And what we would talk about. And all the questions I was going to ask him. I can remember when I was a little boy, how much I missed him sometimes, just to ask him stuff that I knew he would have the answers to. Asking these questions to him now would not be necessary, because I figured out most of the answers on my own, but it would still have been great to rather get the instant answers from him. I think that is what every little boy wants. To gain the knowledge that he would later use in his adult life from his father. That is why you would always hear adult people starting sentences with: 'my father always said... or my father did it in such or such a way...etc.'
And then the message appeared on my cellphone. It was a very cold message: YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT AT THE WELLNESS CORPORATION FOR SATURDAY 5 DECEMBER 2009 FROM 08:00. I immediately knew what it meant. It meant that father was ready for us and we could go see him on Saturday for the whole day.
I was still reading and letting the meaning of the message sink into my thoughts when the phone rang. I was so deep in thought that the cell-phone nearly fell from my hand.
It was Chris, who wanted to know if I received it, because he received it on his cell phone at the same time that I did.
"OK, you must come and pick me and Samantha up tomorrow morning." I told him.
"Is Tashia not going with?"
"No, she said she has a bad feeling about this. I had to struggle even to allow her to let Samantha go with. But I think it will be good that Samantha sees her grandfather in real life."
"Good. My whole family is going. Enid is going to pack a picnic basket, so we can make it like one huge picnic. The twins are very excited to meet their grandfather. Don't worry, I lectured them properly never to tell grandma about our outing."
"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow."
I didn't even know why I tried to go to sleep that night. I should have known that sleep would be impossible. When I wasn't asleep by two o' clock I went to the garage and started working on a lawnmower engine that I wanted to use to build a little jeep for Samantha with.
By six o' clock I went back into the house to clean up. At a quarter to seven I woke up Samantha and prepared her for the day.
When Chris hooted outside we gave Tashia a quick goodbye kiss and then we were off.
There was great excitement in Chris's vehicle and it seemed as if we were going to the beach. He must have really worked everyone up to the seeing of his father and everyone, including, Enid, his wife was very excited.
As we turned into the grounds at the diamond white building in Stellenbosch, my stomach gave a turn. I was excited to see father again, but there still was some doubt at the back of my mind.
But this was it and there was no turning back. I would in any case never show my doubt in front of the children.
They took straight us to the enormous gardens at the back of the building. They showed us these gardens on our last visit. Really it was so big, that one would never say that it was actually inside a small city. It looked and felt more like an open place like the Karoo. But it was green with lots of lawn and shade trees and filled with sweet smelling flowers, some still with dew from the previous evening on their leaves. Everything was nice and fresh.
This really was the perfect setting for our meeting with father.

We were still laughing and talking with the children in tow, when we came around a tree and...
...then we saw him.
I was the only one who knew father while he was still alive and got the biggest shock.
There he was sitting under the shade tree, already with his lit pipe in his mouth.This was utterly unbelievable and if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.
There was my father, just like I remember him, alive and moving.
Someone who didn't experience it for themselves would never understand it.
There really isn't words to describe the feelings and emotions that runs through one as you see someone you know for a fact is dead, alive in front of your very eyes.
There was my father sitting under that shade tree like I remembered him from all these years ago, smoking his pipe. He lived in an era when smoking wasn't considered dangerous and all men smoked from morning till evening. If you were a man, it was your god given duty to smoke.
"Its father." I said unnecessarily, because although the others didn't see him in real life, they saw many photos of him and knew what he looked like.
But father has been dead for forty two years now and I still couldn't believe that he was sitting there under that tree like someone who was alive all the time.
As we approached him we never even realized that the attendant that brought us to the gardens had already quietly left.
Because I was the eldest it was expected of me to take the lead.
"Good morning, Papa," I greeted him as I lay a light kiss on his forehead like I always did when I was small. We were brought up that related males are kissed on the forehead and females on the mouth.
"Good morning, Papa." Chris greeted him in the same way. Then Enid and then the children kissed him on the mouth.
"Who are all of you." he suddenly asked. There was that same strong voice that I can even now still remember.
I stood in front of him. I felt something in my throat, but knew that I had to continue."I am your son, Eldon."
"Eldon, but how did you grow up so quickly. I recognize your face now, yes."
"And this is Chris, your youngest son. This is Enid, his wife, these are the twins, Elton and Eaton and this is my daughter, Samantha."
"God, but how did you grow up so quickly?"
"It is...Well, you have been away for a very long time and we have gone on in the meantime while you were gone."
Then Chris looses it a bit. He stormed down on father and started hugging him so tightly, I was scared he would choke the life out of him, while saying: "We missed you so much, papa."
We sit down and start talking to father while Enid starts unpacking the food Chris and I properly introduce and tell our father the history of our children. They go back and hug him and we can see the love sparks between grandchildren and grandfather immediately.
I try to bring him up to date since we last saw each other.
Then the inevitable question: "And where is your mother?"
"She couldn't come, but next time she'll be here." I lie to him. These words were lying on the top of my tongue since we arrived there and I was waiting on him to ask it. It made me very uncomfortable to lie to my father, but here I really had no choice.
"I just can't understand what happened to me. I can remember driving with my car, then coldness, then the hospital and now I wake up here this morning and all of you are grown up and married with children. Was I in a coma all these years."
"Yes, papa. It is something like that. But let us not talk about that. Here, have something to eat.

It is while we were eating that we started to see the trouble that will make the whole cardhouse fall down.
We see how he starts biting into the cheese burger, but then the piece that he bit off simply fall from his mouth. All think it is just an accident, but the same thing happens the third and fourth time.
Enid jumps in while my heart jumps to my throat.
"Here, papa," she says. "have some orange juice."
The same happens with the orange juice and he spills it on his pants. I feel the tears coming to my eyes. I see that Chris just looks away, while the children becomes quiet and looks at what is happening to their grandfather.
I wipe up the cooldrink from his lap and say:
"Its ok. We can eat again later."
I can see now that drool is coming from his mouth and he is not even conscious of it.

Then as the morning becomes afternoon we have all the talks with father that we can possibly think of. The children are playing on the greenery of the lawn around us, while Chris and I drank in every word that comes from father's mouth.
We tell him about our work and the children at school and about Enid and my wife Trishia. I explain to him that Trishia is a writer of cookbooks and had a lot of success with it.
"Was I in a coma the whole time." he asks again later on. I think he must have been thinking all the time about the time lapse, that he could calculate from all the facts we were giving him. Forty two years is a hell of a long time for human beings and a hell of a lot happens in forty two years.
We feel a light wind starting to blow but it is kept out of the grounds through the high walls that surround the whole place.
"We will talk about that, papa." I try to assure him.
"But where is your mother? Why didn't she come to see me?"
"She will come next time, papa." Chris says, but even as the words leave his mouth we can both hear how empty the words sound. We know, just as well as papa, that she would have been the first one to come visit him. There is no way that we would have come without her ... under normal circumstances. He knows it and we know it very well.
"I don't feel right, my head feels so...so...so..." his sentence ends there as if he forgot how to talk completely.
Although the children are playing a distance from where we are sitting under the tree, I can see that they can sense that something is wrong. I am glad when they continue playing and not giving much attention to us.
The whole thing started so naturally that later on we just couldn't believe what really happened. When we woke up at last to call the personnel, it was too late.
First papa's mouth became totally skew. It seemed as it there was something on the inside twisting his mouth into the most horrific form that one can imagine. We three adults were just staring out of shock, not even thinking of at least taking the children to one side. As I was standing there, I just couldn't believe what was happening to my father.
Then his ears dropped down. I have never seen anything like that. His ears became like leaves that just didn't have enough water in it and became droopy and almost brittle.
From here onwards everything started happening in very quick succession and very fast. Almost too fast for us to react properly. But we were too shocked in any case.
By now spittle and what seemed like blood was coming from all the openings in his body that we could see.
His shoulders dropped and we could see how he struggled to make them straight again. He looked almost like a robot that lost its programming.
There is no words that I can use to describe the emotions that went through me at that moment. Enid just ran screaming towards the door of the sanatorium, pleading for someone to come and help us.
We could see how he was trying to talk to us as he tried to lift his head to look at us, but there was just strange gurgling sounds coming from him, so as if all his vocal organs were not working anymore.
I tried to comfort him as Chris just stood there, lame from shock. The children started crying hysterically, even Samantha who was the eldest and well known for her strength even at this young age.
Blood started dripping from papa's fingers and then I felt the hot wetness and saw that his clothes were now thoroughly soaked with blood. He must have been oozing blood from all his orifices and even his skin.
The first attendants came running across the grass with a hysterical Enid in tow as I left father, just in time to see his nose and ears falling bloodily off his face and head.
Through the tears in my eyes I could see Chris sitting down on the grass just shaking his head from side to side, as if he wants to get what was happening right here in front of us, out of his memory forever.
Then the greatest shock of all. There was a loud and long tearing noise as if a huge piece of paper was being torn. Then father's head moved forward at an unnatural angle and then...Papa's head tears away and falls from his neck like a heavy ball and rolls over the grass to come lie quietly at my feet.
I felt the lameness in my arms, and then...
...from that point onwards, everything became black and cold for me as I sank away into nothingness...

As I open my eyes I sit in a comfortable white and yellow chair in a very huge, sun filled lounge. The lounge is very big, with a nice perfumy smell. It has huge windows that goes from the floor up to the high ceiling. I feel very comfortable.
A beautiful young woman and a young man comes towards me.
"Hello, Father," the young woman greets me.
"Hello, you look very familiar...who are you again?."
I see her looking sadly towards the young man, who smiles down at me.
"It is me, Father, Samantha." she says. " and this is my husband, Eric."
"SAMANTHA, yes, I recognize you now. How did you grow up so quickly."
And then a terrible realization suddenly dawns on me:
"And where is your mother?"

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