I had died
. I didn't remember how, just that it wasn't particularly tragic, just an accident, and that I was dead. I don't know how I knew I was dead, nobody told me, and there were no flashing neon signs that said "You're dead!". I was standing on a road, cobblestones, that stretched off into eternity. Aside from the road there was nothing, not just blackness, but nothing, just an eternal sense of depth and pervasiveness. I was not sad about my death
, all I felt was a sense of wonder at this strange place I had been taken to. On the road were others who were also dead, they were all walking, onwards into infinity
As I continued down the road, I noticed people standing there who were not walking. They were people I had known in my life, those who I'd known and those who I'd loved
. The stood there waiting for me to pass them by, in their dreams
to say goodbye.
As I passed my friends I stopped and spoke to each one, hugging them as I knew it would be last time I would see them ever again. I took my time, because there was no rush. I had all of eternity.
As I continued to walk further and further down the road, those that I knew
grew fewer and fewer, reduced to the few that I had truly loved. Finally I reached my family, who were waiting for me at the foot of a bridge, that stretched off into nothingness
The stood there, smiling, joyeous to see me one last time. I gave them each a hug and a kiss, throwing my arms around them to tell them how much I cared for them and loved
them. They smiled, and my mother
told me they were proud of the life I had lived. I began to cry, for the first time regreting leaving life behind me.
All too soon it was time to go, my family
was about to wake, and I had to continue on my eternal journey
. I stood there on the road, until they had faded into mist, into memory, and I walked onto the bridge and into nothing