After his cries and spasms of fear and shock melted away, he found himself suspended in a tunnel. It was a little like hiding under the covers, except that it was darker and flooded with water and he was swimming in it. The water wasn’t cold though. In fact, it didn’t really feel like water at all. It was too warm and too thick. In the distance he could see a radiant circle of light and somehow he felt he had the choice of going toward it or turning and going in the other direction where there was also light, but of a dimmer, less welcoming kind. Either way would be fine, and he floated for a moment. He noticed that the heavy, gnawing ache that had been eating him from the inside was fading away. He was lulled by the new feeling of painlessness.

Then he heard voices and terrible sobbing - the first sounds he’s heard in a long time. They were coming from the place where the light was dimmer. He couldn’t see faces, but he knew immediately that the crying was his mommy’s. There was the voice of his daddy too. There was also a woman’s voice, someone he did not recall, but vaguely sensed he somehow knew. His mommy was crying in torment; his mommy was crying out his name! She knew he was there! She was in pain! Suddenly alarmed and panicked, he needed to go to her, towards the dim light. He tried to move toward her along the tunnel but the water was too thick. It was like glue, he was swimming in glue and it wouldn’t let him through! The glue won’t let me through…the glue! Mommy! I’m trying!! He tried to call out to her, but he couldn’t find his voice.

Though he still couldn’t see them, he knew his mommy was reaching out for him too and if he could only make one final, great effort, maybe the glue would let him through and they could haul him out. But the glue only got thicker, and thicker. And it seemed the more he tried, the more distant his mommy’s sobs became. He howled, yet no voice came to his throat, but he never quit struggling and fighting to go to her. And then, unexpectedly, the glue was replaced with a paralyzing, unyielding void. To his horror, both the distant light and his mommy’s anguished cries abruptly disappeared. He hung, helplessly suspended only a moment, before he was swiftly whisked away in the opposite direction from his mommy, and thrown into the bright light.

It was moving, touching, heartbreaking and spell binding. Thank you Punky's Mommy for posting this.
Ann

Thanks for posting this. It is very powerful and moving.

WOW!!!

Dear Punky's Mommy,

Thank you for sharing. Very powerful, very moving.

I do believe, 100%, that Punky is in bliss now (of course, with you it was bliss , and yet where he is, it is a bliss beyond what our earthly minds and hearts can fathom).

What a heartbreaking, tormenting emotion is grief!!! But Punky wants you to be okay (just like if the roles were reversed, you would want to spare him as much agony as you possibly could ) and to have faith that you will be together again.

Sending you prayers and love, Keep in touch.

Kathy