The Passing

The husband had a loving wife and a child of whom he was fond. But he saw very little of them, social engagements taking up most of his time, while the two were left to live their lives together. Then crushing sorrow came into the wife's life. Her child sickened and died, as she sat at his bedside, helplessly trying to aid him. The husband was not there at the time, having spent the evening with some friends outside, only returning with them at a late hour. The wife, alone in the world, although not a widow, passed a life of misery. The husband easily recovered from his grief, which was short-lived, and they were farther apart than ever. Then happiness re-entered the wife's life. The vision of her son appeared to her. He shrank from the mourning she wore, and to please him she arrayed herself in garments like those she wore when he was alive. And the happy hours of her life were those passed with him. As the years passed, the child from the spirit world grew up, or so it seemed to her, and the mother grew old with him. She watched him progress as a child, until finally he became a young man, but no one else ever saw him. And the woman jealously guarded her secret. When the time came for her to pass to the other world, her husband was at her side, but not in her thoughts. She stretched out her arms, but they were not for him. Her dying remarks were addressed to her child in the other world, and she thankfully welcomed the chance to join him there, where they could never be parted. The husband grieved when his wife died, but he never dreamed for one moment that they had been separated for many years, and that her life had been passed, not with him, but in the spirit land. - IMDb