What Color is it, Ma?

By Kay Baluta

VA Medical Center — Wilkes-Barre, PA


I didn’t know he was dying as I held him in my arms.

His eyes were closed and he repeated over and over, “Ma,

what color it is?” Not knowing what he meant I simply

replied, “I don’t know Mike. I don’t know.” He opened his

eyes and they rolled to the back of his head. My son Mike

had died in my arms.

To this day, those mystifying words ring in my ears.

Was the light leading him to heaven or was it God himself

coming to take my boy home?

Mike left this earth after his wife left him for her boss,

a psychiatrist. She was also one of his patients and suffered

from extreme anxiety. Then, Mike overdosed on

the pain medication he was taking for a herniated disc.

He also drank and drank himself to death. He gave up; he

just couldn’t cope. Ironically, his ex-wife died the same

way with a broken heart at the same age Mike was when

he died. Now they are together forever soaring in the

heavenly skies.

Mike’s death broke my heart and I sigh with every

breath. Although, it won’t be long until I see my precious

son again. At the age of 90, I’m on my way out. I only hope

Mike hears me when I call his name so we can meet, allowing

our souls to float together in the heavenly skies. ■


Typist: Amie Dorney