At Her Husband’s Funeral, Woman Leans to Kiss Him for the Last Time and Sees Him Blinking — Story of the Day
A grieving wife is bidding her final farewell to her young dead husband with a kiss when he surprises her by blinking.
Nola Swart was having a mother-daughter weekend with her daughter Kelly while her husband Fred and his best friend were up at their lake cabin fishing. The two were busy making cookies when her phone rang.
Nola wiped flour off her hands before she picked up her cell phone. Caller ID told her it was Fred, but when she answered the phone it wasn’t his voice on the other side, and the words she heard destroyed her.
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“Nola?” She recognized James’ voice on the line. “Nola, it’s James. I’m so sorry, but Fred… Something’s happened to Fred…”
“James?” Nola gasped and felt a giant hand clench around her heart. “What’s happened? Is Fred hurt?”
“No, honey,” said Fred’s best friend gently. “I’m sorry, Nola, homey, you have to be brave…Fred is dead.”
“No!” Nola screamed. “Stop it, James! This is a BAD JOKE! Stop! Stop!”
But in her heart, Nola knew it wasn’t a joke, and big burly James who’d been Fred’s best friend since the first grade was crying like a baby. “I’m sorry Nola…I’m so sorry… He was next to me and then he just…He was gone, gone…”
In a strange numb fog, Nola called her mother and asked her to come over and sit with Kelly. Then Nola drove the two hours up to the mountains to meet James at the coroner’s office in the small town near which they had their cabin.
With James’ arm around her shoulders, Nola stood like a statue as the coroner drew back the white sheet to expose Fred’s still face. Nola felt hot tears burn their way down her cheeks.
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“From what I can ascertain Mr. Swart had a massive heart attack and died instantly,” the coroner said, “However, I do recommend you have an autopsy performed by a pathologist…”
“Never,” screamed Jenny. “No one is going to cut up my Fred. Let him rest in peace!”
The coroner sighed. “Mrs. Swart, I do understand. I will issue a death certificate, so you can proceed with the funeral.”
Nola was trembling. “The funeral… Fred always said he wanted to be cremated. I want everything to be as he would have wanted it.”
James helped Nola organize Fred’s body’s transportation home, and the next day...