The Deathbed Confession


You were married twice?

I was.

What happened to your first wife?

She died when my eldest son was three and soon after my second child was born. My son grew up not knowing who his real mother was. She was my first marriage and I was her second marriage.

Why didn’t you tell him?

My second wife burnt all the photographs. They said I did it. I have been accused of many things in my time; some true, some false. It was a ghost that hung over my family. One man and two wives equals one man and two families. If it was one woman and two husbands, it would equal one family. It would not have mattered who the father was. The reverse is not true.

Perhaps it is time to forgive your second wife.

I never thought of it in that way.

That is the only way. Death breaks your heart. It leaves a void, an emptiness and a vacuum. When people who still live break your heart, it leaves an unbearable loneliness. It is torture, being with someone, sharing a life with someone and feeling entirely alone.

I never thought of it in that way.

Forgive your second wife and rest in peace.

I made many mistakes. Decisions I wish I could change. Certain courses of the river I wish to redirect.

Forgive yourself and go in peace. That is the only way.

I am an old man, but there is so much still unfinished.

Your time has come, old man. Go into the light. There is nothing for you here. Your time has come and till your time returns, there will be nothing for you here. Go on, then old man. Go into the light.

Do you think she’s forgiven me?

Who?

My first wife, my first son and my first daughter.

That is a question for God to answer. I cannot presume to know.

What if I wish to seek forgiveness?

That path and option is available to you.

Then that is what I choose.

Rest, old man. There will come a time when you will be given the opportunity to repent. But for now, go forth into the light. Your ancestors have come to collect you. Take care and till we meet again, safe travels.

Image Credit: Sanchari Das

By Dipa Sanatani

CEO at Sanatanco | The Leading Global Publication and Communications Consultancy for Writers, Readers and Thinkers

1 comment

  1. Poignant. They say that at death we can finally view our lives as an observer instead of a participant. That’s when it all becomes clear.

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