So, This is Death Then? (bp coyle)

I thought it would be different. Where’s the bright light at the end of the tunnel that I was always reading about?

I am standing next to my bed where I obviously passed away very recently. I wonder what it was. Not that it matters much.

In fact, now that I am dead, it is clear to me that nothing matters much. All of those things I lost sleep about were of little importance.

My face looks peaceful, relaxed. I smile and reflect upon the the body before me.

Was I a good person? I did try, a lot of the time. I wasn’t perfect that’s for sure.

Did I have a good life? I wish I’d read more, traveled more, had more sex. I wish I had smiled more. Overall though, it was okay.

I can feel it all starting to fade away and I know one thing for sure: people may be sad for a while, they may miss me, but the world will carry on.

As it always will.

Perhaps, somehow, somewhere, I made a little bit of difference and something of me will carry on.

What more can anyone hope for?

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