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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