One man’s incredible communication with his dead son
The man is alone in bed when his cell phone rings. He flips it open. “Don’t freak out,” a voice says, “I’ll explain.”
Good advice from the get-go because the man thinks he is going mad. He sits upright in bed. His heart suddenly goes into overdrive. It’s his son’s voice on the phone. His son died eighteen months earlier at the age of twenty-three.
The man is going into a state of shock. His heart races. His face feels like it’s on fire. He’s either having a panic attack or a heart attack.
“Will?! This can’t be happening! Who the hell is this? Is this a gag?” And then more to himself: “I must be going insane.”
”You’re not going insane,” his son’s voice says. “Just listen to me, please, I’ll explain.”
“You died, I was there, you’re dead.”
”Yes — and no. Listen to me now.”
”Where the hell are you?”
”Certainly not in hell.” His son rapidly explains that he is using an undiscovered wave in the electromagnetic spectrum to tap into his father’s phone.
“This is madness—“ his father starts to say.
“Dad, please, I don’t know how long I can keep this connection. Let me say this as fast as I can. As to where I am, that’s a difficult question. I’m not even sure myself. I call it a state of wave-being—“
“What are you talking about?”
“Let me get this out. Think of waves in the electromagnetic spectrum. Over the years, humans have managed to capture some of the invisible waves — radio and television waves, microwaves, ultraviolet, x-rays, gamma rays, but there are immeasurably more out here that humans can’t see or catch. I’m one of those waves. Call it yet another undiscovered wave.”
“Jesus Christ,” his father manages to say.
“No Jesus Christ so far,” his son replies with a little laugh. “No sign of anything like that, just an incredible cerebral sensation of being part of the universe. Like a dream. I can see it all…“
Sudden static on the line. “Will,” his father says, “are you still there?”
”Barely,” his son’s voice crackles back. “Losing this connection. Dad, you remember my favorite song in those last days?”
”I’ll never forget — ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ Blue Oyster Cult.”
Static increases. “Dad, real quick, I’ve got to tell you. We will be together, riding this wave.”
Static gets worse. “Will?”
”Losing it. Dad, one last thing.”
”Don’t fear the reaper.”
Line goes dead. “Will? Will, are you still there? Have I lost you? Hello? Will?”
The man keeps the phone pressed to his ear and listens to the silence.