After burying his wife, he accidentally discovered her biggest secret which left him in Sh0ck

Vladislav stood alone near the newly buried grave, longing, clutching his heart. Everyone who had attended the funeral and the burial of his wife Elvira had already slowly gone away, but Vladislav could not bring himself to take his eyes off the small mound of earth inside the freshly painted fence, with a small temporary monument covered solidly with wreaths. Here and there, from the ribbons around the wreaths, were the words: love, remembrance, dear daughter, beloved spouse.

Thoughts were confused, interrupting each other and disappearing unfinished. Vladislav sat down on the bench set at his wife’s grave. “Why is it so, Aleshka? Why? Why have you left me? How can I wake up alone and fall asleep without you? How can I survive the day without hearing your lively, infectious laughter? Why will your caressing hands never touch my hair, and never again will you embrace me with a smile, relieving me of all my sorrows and hardships? It’s not right, Aleshka. You shouldn’t have left before I did.” The man lowered his face into his hands and wept bitterly, just like when he was a child when he lost his mother.

Vladislav and Elvira met back in the institute where, at first sight, they felt they were one. They met in the institute canteen, found themselves at the same table, and never parted again. After college, they had a wedding, a cheap student wedding but noisy and fun.

The couple got a small room in the dormitory of the company where they were placed after graduation. But the newlyweds were overjoyed because they found each other from the start, not by trial and error. It was just a kind of fate that decided to take a shortcut to happiness. Elya busied herself vigorously with arranging things, and Slava worked, but he worked hard and diligently, and soon achieved considerable success. It had become customary in their family that Slava was the breadwinner, and Ilya was the hearth of home. The husband himself insisted on this arrangement.

It was important for him to come home to a cozy, newly received flat where everything was shining with cleanliness, and there was always a table laid with lunch and dinner prepared by the caring hands of his wife. Where he was always met at the threshold by the beautifully dressed Elia. She helped him take off his coat, they sat at the beautifully laid table, his wife questioned him about the day, and he relaxed completely, surrendering himself to the power of warmth and love. He never said no to his wife.

He bought expensive jewelry and made nice gifts. Fortunately, at work, a man has reached a high position, in what he has helped by the rear arranged by a caring wife. Vladislav was confident in his wife, as in no one else. Their family served as a model of loyalty and family welfare, even when there were long business trips where Ilya could not go with him. The man did not doubt his wife at all.

She would call her husband several times a day, reminding him what to eat, advising him on what to wear to a particular event. Such touching care amused the man a little. “Aleshka, well, it’s funny, really. I’m a grown-up man; I can take care of myself somehow.” “What a grown-up man!” laughed Ilya. “Do you remember the pictures you brought from your last business trip? My grown-up husband is sitting at the table among serious people, and different-colored socks are peeking out from under his trousers.”

At times like this, Vladislav was embarrassed to make excuses. “Well Vladislav and Vitalik stood at the gravesite, their heads bowed in a moment of silent remembrance. The wind gently rustled the leaves on the nearby trees, adding a touch of melancholy to the atmosphere. Vitalik, now a young boy with a vibrant spirit, reached out his small hand and placed a bouquet of flowers on his mother’s grave.

“Daddy, why did Mama have to leave us?” Vitalik asked, his innocent eyes searching for answers.

Vladislav knelt down, his heart heavy with the weight of the past. He held his son’s hand tightly, trying to find the right words to explain the complexities of life and loss.

“Son, your mother was very sick. Her illness was something she couldn’t overcome, no matter how hard she tried or how much she loved us,” Vladislav gently replied, his voice filled with both sadness and love. “But she’s always with us, watching over us from above.”

Vitalik looked up at his father, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and understanding. “Will we see her again, Daddy?”

Vladislav placed a hand on Vitalik’s cheek, feeling the warmth of his son’s presence. “Maybe not in the same way, my son, but her love will always be with us. She lives on in our hearts, and we can honor her memory by cherishing the time we had with her and by living our lives to the fullest.”

Vitalik nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His young mind may not have comprehended the full weight of the situation, but he could feel the love and strength emanating from his father’s words.

From that day forward, Vladislav embraced his role as both a father and a mother to Vitalik. They formed an unbreakable bond, finding solace and support in each other as they navigated life’s ups and downs. Vladislav poured all his love into raising his son, providing him with a nurturing and stable environment.

As Vitalik grew older, he carried his mother’s memory with him. He displayed her photograph prominently in their home, often gazing at it with a sense of wonder and connection. Vladislav ensured that Vitalik knew the story of his birth, his mother’s love, and the circumstances that led to their reunion.

Together, they created new traditions and memories, celebrating birthdays, holidays, and milestones as a family of two. They traveled together, explored new hobbies, and shared laughter and tears. Vladislav always encouraged Vitalik to pursue his dreams, reminding him of the strength and resilience inherited from his mother.

Years passed, and Vitalik blossomed into a compassionate and talented young man. He inherited his parents’ kindness and determination, channeling them into a passion for helping others. Inspired by his mother’s struggle with illness, Vitalik decided to pursue a career in medicine.

Vladislav watched with pride as his son entered medical school, knowing that his beloved Elvira would have been overjoyed to see their son follow such a noble path. He supported Vitalik every step of the way, offering guidance and encouragement as he pursued his studies.

On Vitalik’s graduation day, Vladislav stood in the crowd, beaming with pride as his son walked across the stage to receive his diploma. Tears of joy streamed down his face, mingling with the memories of the past. Elvira’s presence was felt strongly in that moment, as if she was standing there beside them, sharing in their happiness.

After the ceremony, father and son embraced tightly, their hearts overflowing with love and gratitude. They had come a long way since that fateful day when they discovered Vitalik’s existence, and their journey their journey had been filled with both sorrow and joy, but through it all, their love for each other had remained unwavering. Vladislav couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the bond they had formed and the way their lives had intertwined.

As Vitalik embarked on his career as a doctor, he carried his mother’s memory with him, drawing strength from her enduring spirit. He specialized in oncology, dedicating himself to helping others facing the same illness that had taken his mother’s life. It was his way of honoring her memory and making a difference in the lives of patients and their families.

Vitalik’s compassion and skill as a physician were recognized by his colleagues and patients alike. He became known for his empathy, always taking the time to listen and provide comfort to those in need. His dedication to his work extended beyond the walls of the hospital, as he actively participated in fundraising and awareness campaigns for cancer research.

Meanwhile, Vladislav found solace and purpose in supporting Vitalik’s endeavors. He became a pillar of strength for his son, offering guidance and encouragement whenever it was needed. Together, they formed a formidable team, united by their love for Elvira and their shared commitment to making a difference in the world.

As the years passed, their bond grew even stronger. They celebrated milestones together, such as Vitalik’s promotion to head of oncology at the hospital and the opening of a new cancer research center in Elvira’s honor. They continued to create cherished memories, taking trips together and enjoying quiet moments of reflection.

One day, as they sat together in their favorite spot in the park, Vladislav turned to Vitalik and spoke with a mixture of pride and nostalgia in his voice. “Son, your mother would be so proud of the man you’ve become. You’ve carried her love and spirit with you every step of the way, and you’ve made a significant impact on the lives of so many.”

Vitalik smiled, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and fondness. “Thank you, Dad. I couldn’t have done it without your unwavering support and the love we share. Mom’s memory has always been my guiding light, and I’m grateful to have had both of you in my life.”

In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the memories they held dear, Vladislav and Vitalik shared a heartfelt embrace. They knew that their journey together would continue, with Elvira’s love forever embedded in their hearts.

And as they walked side by side, the sun setting on the horizon, they carried with them the strength of their past, the beauty of their present, and the hope for a future filled with love, resilience, and the everlasting bond of family.