Love Stories

Union after Death

It had been a long time since Francisco Scotty retired from his family business but even then, he kept on going to office on his regular time and sit on his chair. Latecomer employees used to be his target of reprimand in his pre-retirement days and even now, he has been doing this job tirelessly on the daily basis. A family business of fruit export was run in supervision of his son since last ten years. Francisco was superintendent of many crucial affairs in his office of a firm located in the city Fogia of Italy. He used to consider his duty to instruct every employee sitting next to him that how different the mode of accomplishing task were to bring perfection in olden days.

In September 1970, on the occasion of his 80th birthday, Francisco told his folks that he is living his last days and he wants to inform all of his family members about his wishes so that they can be accomplished. He said that he wants to be buried in the graveyard of his native village near Toronto, where he spent his infanthood and childhood, where his ancestors were also buried, instead of his family graveyard in Fogia.

Francisco’s family member did not find it suitable to argue or create problem on the matter of his burial at this point of time. However, other relatives present on the occasion had an opinion that perhaps, Francisco wanted to get escape from his wife who, passed away ten years ago and was buried in the same city where they were living. Possibly reason behind it was that, fortune of peace was far apart from Francisco throughout his wife’s life, now he wants to rest with peace at least after death.

Then it happened that in 1972, one night all of a sudden he died during sleep. All his four children thought that they would bury their father there in the city graveyard, instead of taking him to native place of Toronto, because it was easier for them. Consequently, they covered their father’s corpse in a coffin, took him to a nearby church, and kept him there on the table in a room for funeral procession. Coffin was locked and they handed over the key to a supervisor of the church and came back home. After a while supervisor also left for his home adjacent to church and slept away.

Around, 1’oclock in the night supervisor woke-up by some uneven strange noise coming from the room of the coffin. When, he peeped into the room through a glass window he saw a white object moving. He could not dare to enter the room and apparently called for police, within a while three police officers arrived on the spot.

The scene in the room was wondering when policemen tried to see in the room with the help of searchlight. Francisco’s coffin was lied opened few steps away from the table and corpse was not in the coffin.

When they searched in further, they found the corpse lied out on floor away from the coffin. Later, this report was given to the Bishop of the Fogia, who came, and put the corpse in the coffin and locked it keeping back on the table. A special prayer was conducted and burial was postponed for a day.

Next evening, family members of Francisco decided to keep vigilance in the coffin room and they joined in before the dusk falls. At 3 o’clock in the night, they saw that the coffin automatically fell on the floor. People in the room kept the coffin back on the table, but no further incident happened after that.

Next morning his family concluded that probably Francisco’s spirit is restless against the decision they made to bury him in the city graveyard. Therefore, they decided to take him to bury in his ancestral graveyard in Toronto. A night before departing for Toronto, Francisco appeared in his eldest son Flipo’s dream. He seemed him extremely pleased with their decision then he uttered the name of a woman “Sophia Remo” and disappeared.

Next morning, Flipo narrated the whole dream to his folks and asked if they knew any women naming Sophia Remo. However, nobody in his family member ever heard of a lady with this name. They did not have enough time to investigate about the lady anymore; therefore, Francisco’s family member took him for Toronto and buried him in the graveyard of the town. In the small graveyard of the town, there were only few natives present other than the family members.

The moment, Flipo was coming out of the graveyard after the procession he saw the name “Sophia Remo” engraved at tombstone on one of the graves. He did not know who this lady was but the knot was detangled to him, why his father wanted to be buried in here. Perhaps he had some relationship with this women but nobody had any clue about it.
When he tried to go deeper into the matter he found that, the time when his father used to live in this town, he fell in love with a girl and her name was Sophia. They had planned to marry but unfortunately, his father happened to leave for Fogia.

Francisco got extremely busy in business and could not come back to the town. Later, he married Flipo’s mother, but Sophia had decided not to get married, she remained maiden and died in 1950.

If, Sophia could never forget Francisco throughout her life, then Francisco kept her remembered even after his death. He preferred to be accompanied with Sophia whom he loved with, and not his wife with whom he married and spent all his life.