Maybe God thought that Luke was too good for this world. He decided to bring him back to His side. Luke contracted leukemia that fateful 1994. He kept his illness from me and thus I didn't know anything about it at all. It was only when he started looking sick that I noticed something was wrong with him. When asked why, he would pass his paleness off as a slight flu. I didn't believe his words but I didn't say anything. It was September 1994.I was waiting at the 'Home' for Luke.' A call for you, Calista. It's from a hospital,' a helper at the 'Home' passed the phone to me worriedly. 'Yes, hello? This is Calista here. Can I be of any help?' I asked, chewing my lips nervously, sensing bad vibes in my spines. 'This is the Boulevard Hospital. We found your name and this number in Mr Pietra's wallet. He had fainted on the streets just now and someone brought him in. I was hoping that you can come down to the hospital now and help us with the documents.' I hung up the phone and ran all the way in the rain to the hospital which was a mile away. I signed whatever documents that were needed and ran to the ward that Luke was in. There he was my angel, lying almost lifeless on a bed that seemed too large for him. 'Calista, is that you?' He asked when I held his cold hand. 'Yes it's me,' I choked on my words. 'Aww.. please don't cry. Everything will be alright,' he smiled. I looked at his pale face and it broke my heart. 'Luke,' I sobbed. 'Why is God so unfair to you?' I bawled out on his chest. He stroked my hair and said softly,' God is fair, my love. He's gonna take me to a far better place called Heaven. Don't you agree?' I didn't answer him as I was lost in my own thoughts. I really didn't know what was going to happen to me without him in my life. Moreover, I had this dreary feeling about going to hospitals ever since I was young. I felt so lost and detached from the world. Why must God take away my one and only true love? Three months had passed ever since Luke was admitted into the hospital. It was December and Christmas was nearing. My visits to Luke had grew lesser over the three long painful months. Each time I visited Luke, we would have nothing much to talk about. There was always this awkward silence between us. I didn't know what caused it but I guessed it had something to do with the atmosphere in the hospital. Luke had lost his cheerfulness over the months. He was always too tired to talk. At times, he would try his best to listen to me while I talked to him but the pills they fed him always put him to sleep before I could finish. We drifted apart somehow although I still loved him a lot. I had only visited him once during December since I was busy working and the 'Home' needed helpers desperately.
It was the 24th of December. I realized that I had not visited Luke for almost three weeks! How funny time seemed to fly when you were busy. I had prepared a gift for Luke for the past two weeks. It was a piece of cardboard pasted with 3D star stickers. I called the constellation that I made up 'Love Luke'. I hurried to the hospital with the gift in my hands. I walked briskly to Luke's ward. On the way there, I felt a sudden fear in my heart. I didn't know why but somehow, it made me hurry my pace. To my ultimate fear and worst nightmare, Luke was not in his ward. He was gone! I ran to the counter and asked for Luke but was handed a package and a letter instead. I opened the letter with my tears flowing down like mad.
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