Last wish

He was sitting on the chair and reading the news on his mobile phone. Suddenly, a stab of pain rose in his chest. He grasped his chest with his hands and gasped for breath. It felt as though, air was uanble to reach his lungs. He held his throat with one hand and his chest with the other. The pain increased and spread through his body. He writhed in his chair and started praying. The prayers did not help. The pain did not reduce. He fell out of the chair and continued to struggle with his insides on the floor. After a few minutes, he felt the pain recede. About nine minutes after the pain had started, it had reduced considerably. Only reduced and not disappeared. He still felt a slight pain; more a heaviness, around the left side of the chest. He held his hand against the chest and lay quietly. After a few seconds, he got up slowlt and sat on the chair. He looked around for his mobile. It lay on the empty seat besides him. He took it in his hand and opened the contacts application. He pressed the first name in the favorites. A number starting with '+1' dialled. He held the phone against his ears and listened to the long beeps originating from the other side. After fifteen beeps and female voice informed him "We are sorry! There was no response from the other side." He cursed and almost immediately felt the discomfort in his chest increase. He dialled the number again. This time a sleepy voice responded from the other side. "Papa! What happened?" He responded without warning "I am dying". Sleep disappeared from his son's voice as he asked "What are talking about Papa?" He ignored his son's question. "Remember!" he gasped. "Remember to play the album at my funeral. The whole album. Do you remember the name of the album?" Desperation and exasperation had crept into his son's voice. "Appa! Will you be quiet! Nothing will happen. I am calling the doctor." His father ignored him again and asked with urgency "Do you remember the album's name? Tell me. Tell me the name of the album." He shouted the last words into the mobile. "Of course. I remember the name of the album and the group's name too." He then went on to say the name of the album and the name of the group. The father smiled and said "Ah! I can die in peace now. You are a good son." He cut the call.

Thirty six hours later, the son walked into his father's house. The crowd standing at the door parted as he walked in. Some of them patted his back in an attempt to console him. He saw his father lying on the floor. He felt tears streaming from down his cheeks. He felt a part of life lying lifeless on the floor. He could not move. He did not want to go any closer. After a few minutes, he fished out his mobile phone and opened the music player application. He went to the albums and scrolled down to 'I'. There was only one entry. He opened it. He walked towards the side table and switched on the bluetooth speaker. His father had not changed the speaker for the past few years and so it connected to his mobile immediately. His pressed play. The omnious voices announced the arrival of the song "Livets trädgård".