Death was like floating. There was no pain, simply a soft darkness that surrounded everything. I was relieved--maybe there wasnt an afterlife after all. This was wonderful--I could stay here forever.
This was it? How easy dying was! Such an easy solution! I shouldve tried this years ago!
I thought of my son, filling my mind with his face. I remembered him without pain or regret or sadness--just soft remembrance.
I felt nothing--heard nothing--saw nothing. Nothing but his face. So wonderful, so peaceful. I did not miss my senses.
There was suddenly a pinpoint of feeling somewhere in this darkness--a warming sensation that seemed to grow and intensify as the seconds wore on.
I wanted to ignore it--I tried so desperately hard to ignore it--but it was coming for me, whether I chose or not. It was getting bigger and bigger, and the heat was like that of the sun.
Faster and faster, closer and closer it came. I discovered could feel my head and arms, and it was such