Because there is no phone connection to heaven


“Hello. Is this heaven? May I speak with my Mom?”.
“May I know who’s on the line please?”.
“It’s me, her daughter.”
“This is not heaven. This is a place way before heaven, where we block all the calls going there.”
“Please let my call through. I desperately need to hear her voice and talk to her again.”
“We can’t do that. There are no lines from earth, going to heaven”
“Then would you please call her down to your booth just this once? Tell her it’s urgent.”
“That’s quite impossible. The most that can be done is to send her in your dreams”.
“Please, I beg of you!”

And so she dreamt.

I really don’t want to preach or advice. Please take these as heartfelt words of concern from someone who has been through the traumatic experience of losing a parent, comparatively early in life. 37 is not really the age for a person to lose her mother and 63 is not the age for a person to breathe her last.

There are so many times that I want to call her and just vent , about everything. So many times, I want to call her up and ask HER to vent, about everything, and lighten the weight on her soul, accumulated over a lifetime. I want her advice on so many issues, the kind of advice that only a mother can give. I want a sprinkling of her kind and wise words, on my ragged nerves, to help soothe them. When I am raving and ranting about my spouse after a fight, I want to hear her voice telling me to put myself in his shoes and look at the issue from his perspective. I want to hear her chuckle indulgently, when I tell her, ” You are MY mom, not his!”.

Please savour the time that you have with your parents, those of you blessed souls who are fortunate enough to have them in your life. Call them up, if only to complain about everything. But call them you must, because nobody else will tell a 37 year old you to remember to drink that glass of milk at night.

Please, cherish those who worry about you.
Please, cherish those who love you unconditionally.
Please, call those who want to hear your voice.

Because, there is no phone connection to heaven.

© Aug 2016 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

Author: Sapna Dhyani

I am Sapna Dhyani. I write about everything that crosses my mind. I write about life as I see it and like to infuse humour into my blogs. I belong to Dehradun but now live in a new city after every two years, being an army wife. This uprooting of base every couple of years, setting up a new home in a new place, meeting new people and forging new friendships, exploring new cities; all this ensures that I go through and am blessed with a myriad of experiences.

4 thoughts on “Because there is no phone connection to heaven”

  1. Dear Sapna ! On going through your ” Because there is no phone connection …….. ” I had to struggle with my tears , as it closely related to my own emotions . You are wonderful at expressing the innermost feelings of a bereaved heart . Truly , the loss created by a loved one finds a permanent address in a corner of the heart , as you say in another touching poem . I call all your write ups ‘ poems ‘ because they are really poetic in their effect even if they look like prose in form .

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    1. Dear Dr. Nautiyal,
      Thank you for the feedback. Your words really make me feel wonderful and think, ” are my write-ups really worthy of this praise?” And yes, one never really gets over the loss of a parent.


      1. Oh how I have wished for the connection to heaven as well. I too last my mom when she was just 60 years old. I was not expecting her death and was only 35. Then I lost my father when he was 63 and I was only 37. A double whammy that I am not sure I will ever recover from. I am glad I stumbled across your blog.

        I have wanted so badly to hear my mom and dad one more time. I saved phone messages that they left and I play them over and over. Losing your parents early in life has been the hardest thing I have had to deal with and have struggled realizing that is final.

        Thank you for sharing.

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  2. Dear Karen,
    Thanks for sharing your feelings here. When you lose a parent, the void that is left behind never gets filled. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that they are not around anymore. With them, our share of unconditional love in this world is no more there. A big hug to you from my side .


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