I got this idea from Mike’s list.
Things I’d Like To Do Before I Die
- Visit Paris/Versailles once more.
- Visit Spain.
- Have a wonderful volunteer position, or work for a rewarding non-profit.
- Have children.
- Get married.
- Make my parents proud of me.
- Go camping.
And that’s all I can think of for now.
I saw it coming towards me. The light, that is. It came closer and closer and I knew… I just knew that this was the end.
But it wasn’t the first hit that did it; the second one took me out.
And I was floating, but it was a frantic kind of a float. I was looking for someone, for people actually. I was looking for comfort, for reassurance and those could only come from my family. I was looking for the unconditional love they have always given me, the one thing I never thought would falter.
But those short moments were so surreal; I wish that I had never woken up.
Because that was the closest I’ll ever feel to being dead.