The Wilson’s came home after a long day that was consumed with sadness. When they opened the door there was a darkness and emptiness that Linda has never experienced before. She flicked the light switch on and looked around the house as if it were a new home to her. Jeff took her coat and hung it in the closet. Nothing seemed different to him, even though he stood at the bottom of the staircase where his daughter Lisa died just a few days ago.
Linda walked up the stairs and headed into their bedroom. Once she walked through the bedroom door, she threw her earrings on the nightstand next to the baby monitor. Then she changed into her pajamas and left her black dress on the bathroom floor. She laid in the bed with the lights on and stared at the wall. Linda was still trying to figure out if she would ever be able to let her daughter go. She did this until she eventually lost her battle with exhaustion and fell asleep with the lights on.
When Linda headed upstairs, Jeff headed to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He then went to the living room, sat down, and turned on the television. He looked up at where his favorite painting hung before Lisa accidentally knocked it off and broke it. Both of them were emotionally drained from their daughter’s funeral. Jeff watched the television for a couple of hours and then decided it was time to go to sleep. On his way to the bedroom he took a peek inside Lisa’s room and stared for a moment at the empty bed.
They were both a sleep when they were suddenly awoken by a whispering voice that sounded like their daughters, coming from the direction of the baby monitor. They both sat up in the bed and looked at each other stunned. After a short moment Jeff asked “I thought that it was turned off”. Linda then looked at the monitor and replied back, “The monitor is off”. They sat in silence for about a minute before they started hearing the voice again. Both became worried and Jeff got out of bed and checked over the whole room and the bathroom. While he did this his daughters voice would remain silent. He then told Linda that he was going to check Lisa’s room.
While he left the room, Linda stared at the same wall that she did earlier in the evening. This time while she stared at the wall an image of her daughter came into view. She sat startled and couldn’t bring herself to move or say anything. As Linda laid there, the image of Lisa slowly moved closer as if it was gliding. Then Lisa said to her mother, “Tell daddy I’m sorry and I forgive him”. As Lisa said this Linda’s eyes started to tear up and she began to understand what happened. Jeff then came into the room and looked into Linda’s eyes. There was a sadness in her eyes he couldn’t describe, but more importantly he saw an anger in those eyes.