tell me about it because they didn’t want to upset me after I came out of my state. They knew just how fragile I was. No, I don’t remember any of that time until the day I finally snapped out of it and was brought back to real life. And just as I had always known, only Pete was the one able to make that happen.
My family was gathered around me as I lay helpless in bed in the hospital’s psychiatric ward. No one was aware of what was going on with me at that moment and what I was seeing and hearing. I awoke mentally but not physically to the call of my name.
“Catherine. Come on angel. I told you I have already broken the rules and now, you are forcing me to do it again. You have to get up and live.”
“Pete, you’re here.”
I saw Pete sitting in the chair next to my bed. Of course, no one could see him but me. And the words that were coming from my lips were just mumbles to those around me. To my family, I was merely producing gibberish in my sleep, which was a good sign. Although still unconscious, in my own reality, I had become wide awake.
“Yes, angel. It’s me. What’s going on? I have to say, I’m a little disappointed.”
“They told me you were dead.”
“And what have you been doing since then? It’s like you are dead too.”
“That’s what I would want.”
“Oh really? So, I’m all you care about in the world? Life just isn’t worth living without me, right? What have I done to you?”
Pete, still dressed in his marine attire, spoke those words to me with both frustration and disappointment, and in a way I had never heard before. It was clear that he was both angry and worried. He had never spoken to me with such a harsh tone, but even through those emotions I could still sense the love and care that he had for me.
“You love me like no one ever could. We are soul mates. It isn’t me and you. It’s us. I’m nothing without you, Pete. When we took our vows, we became one. We are one. If you are dead, so am I.”
“Oh, Catherine, you are so much without me. We took those vows until death do us part. And death has parted us. I am dead, but you are alive. Did you forget that you are a mother? You left your own children. They lost me and you in a matter of days. They had to bury their father without the love and support of their mother. You left them all alone.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Angel,” Pete said gently as he knelt next to me, “I am dead. You saw my body and fainted. You allowed yourself to stay asleep. Your parents had to tell the kids that I was gone. You weren’t there to comfort your children. They think they lost you too.”
“Oh my God. Oh my God. My babies,” I cried as I began to understand the reality of it all. “But you came to the house.”
“Yes, breaking the rules. Good old Saint Peter sort of let me say goodbye to all of you.”
“All of us?”
“Yes, if you would just get yourself together, you can talk to your children about your last goodbyes. I love you all so much, I had to say goodbye to all of you.”
I began to cry with such sadness.
“You can’t leave me. I can’t live without you.”
“Yes you can. You have to. But don’t worry; I will be here for as long as you need me to be. I’m just a thought away, I promise you, angel.”
My words became clearer to the others in the room, and by that time the doctor had arrived. Crying almost to hysterics, and calling for Pete, I finally awoke.
“No, don’t leave Pete. Please . I need you. I love you. Oh God, my babies, my babies.”
Linda rushed to my side and we clung on to each other. Linda was sobbing with me but was trying to calm me down. She was happy, sad, relieved, and in a panic. So many emotions took over her but she managed to compose herself enough to calmly speak to me.
“Welcome back, honey. It’s okay, it’s okay, and I’m here for you. Your children are fine. Your mother took them out of the room when you started mumbling, but I’ll get them now.