Kerosene Lamp
The curling light from the kerosene lamp, on the dresser, helps light a path through the midnight. I was able to find my way home. It has been six years now since I left— I visit as often as I can. The children are doing well with their studies. My wife, Vera, was hired at the factory. She has chosen to resume an isolated existence, and I approve of that. I’m sorry that I hampered her with ambivalence. It hasn’t turned out the way we both had hoped. Death is always harder on those left behind.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWhat a powerful ending- the Kerosene lamp lights the ghost back home! Very unexpected!
Thanks so much for your comment, Margarida! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
An emotional story. Indeed, ‘Death is always harder on those left behind’. It takes a lot of courage to stand.
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It’s comforting to know that those who have passed still watch over us and very true that it’s so much harder on those left behind. I like that the lamp guided him home, Melissa. Nicely done.
Thank you, Linda. I agree that it is comforting and it is so much harder on us. If all it took was a lamp… we’d all have one in our homes I am sure!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello, Melissa. Your title caught my attention. I love it. It reminds me of my childhood days when there is no electricity and we only used kerosene lamps to light up the whole house. And I strongly agree with Linda, your story is so comforting to know that those who have passed still watch over us. Well done.
Hello, Lotchie. I also grew up with kerosene lamps! My mother actually collects them. Thank you for the comment, I’m glad you found the story comforting.
You’re most welcome, Margarida.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleDeath is certainly hard on those left behind, but I do imagine sometimes how awful it must be to linger.
You can watch over your family, but it must be awful to not really be present. To watch them move on whilst you remain stationary!
Lovely story Melissa — perhaps we should all keep a light on, to help restless spirits find their way home!
Thank you again, Emily. I think it would be awful to linger, I actually think that sounds like a nightmare! Yes, I love that, leave a light on for them to go home!
Initially I thought he had a cheek to visit and ‘approve’ of his wife’s choices as he shouldn’t have left, but then I read the last line. It was totally unexpected and it put the whole story in perspective. Great story, Melissa!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI like how you mentioned that line–it made me wonder at the time what kind of partner he must’ve been when he was alive! Thank you once again, Marianna!