Finally

As I said my final goodbyes ,I took a deep breath. I rammed the knife straight into my heart, but I didn't. Something stopped me, so I tried again but this time something caught my hand. I slowly opened my tear filled eyes and looked up. I couldn't believe it.. It was my father standing in front of me. He had a angelic glow around him, the most gorgeous angel wings, and a bright, shining, gold halo Over his head. He looked sadder than I had ever seen him in my life. He was on the verge of tears himself. After what felt like hours of silence I said," Dad, Is that you?" He just nodded his head and tried to not let his sorrow over take him. "Why did you stop me? Theres nothing left for me here... ever since you passed away." After a prolonged silence he said, " Son, I didn't choose to leave you and your mother behind; it was God's decision not mine. I would have stayed with you for eternity if I could but my time has come, not yours." The look on his face suddenly changed from despair to anger. " JUst cause you miss me doesn't give you the right to leave your poor old mother alone. You have to let me go son, and move on with your life. Goodbye, I love you." " I love you too dad!" With that he faded away into the bright light that had brought him here.

I laid down the knife and cried in my bed all night. I was unable to think about anything but what my father had said to me. I needed to change and move on.

The next morning I got into my car and drove to the company. I told my boss that I was getting over some family issues and pleaded for my job back. He gladly obliged but with reduced paid, as were his conditions. I went to my desk and saw my "crush" looking at a photo of my parents and I. I knocked on the wall and she immediately spun around and began blushing. I didn't bother to ask her what she was doing, instead I asked her on a date for tomorrow evening. After a brief moment of silence she accepted and went back to work.

As soon as I had finished all of my work for the day I went to my mother's house. I told her about what had happened the previous night. She cried and I comforted her, but then I realized that they were tears of joy. She was just glad that I was still her's.