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A SPIRIT STORY

M lay on her death bed, surrounded by all her near and dear ones. Her husband, daughter, son, mother, sisters, even her three aunts were huddled around her. M was a much loved figure in family circles. Ergo, each and every one of her close relatives had gathered in a vigil … perhaps hoping to keep death at bay. The youngest aunt P - barely 3 years older than M and her childhood playmate and confidante, had arrived just the previous day from the US of A. Knowing that M’s body was so full of metastases from her terminal cancer, and that all that was medically doable for her had already been done, they knew it was now merely a matter of time before she passed into the great beyond.

Suddenly they all heard a rattling emanating from M”s throat and everyone”s hearts stopped for a full beat - the obvious thought on all their minds. This is it… all eyes on her, the AC of the room seeming silent as the death rattle made itself heard. Her youngest sister watched, teeth clenched tight to stop herself from wailing, as the last semblance of life began to seep out of her sister. M took a few deep breaths and then grew absolutely still. That was it - no melodrama, just a sudden quiet. A wracking sob pushed itself out of her sister”s mouth as she realised what had happened. Everyone”s eyes were on M”s now lifeless body, each one trying to absorb the happening in their own way. Her husband and children sobbed silently, tears flowing unchecked out of their eyes. Her mother’s wettened eyes on her beloved first born, who had left so much before her time.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a doll”s laughter. Everyone turned around towards the sound - the cabinet near the door. M”s young aunt had brought a pretty, pink-dressed doll, so like the doll M had had as a child. Seeing how bad her condition was, the doll had been relegated to the top of the cabinet. Everyone was crowded around M”s bed. Not a soul was near the cabinet and the doll.. and yet, they had all clearly heard the sound of the doll”s laughter. Their eyes grew round with shock as they all looked at each other and at M”s now still body.

Was it.. could it be… no.. no .. NO! They were all atheists, non-believers in GOD, spirits and souls. Yet, how could any of them rationally explain what they had all collectively experienced? Had M appreciated that last gift brought for her by her favorite P, and played with the doll as her soul left her body? What do YOU think?

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