Time to Go

I’m sure that some things I think about are considered abnormal. Still, I think about them, and what anyone else thinks about it isn’t going to stop me. Anyway, here’s some flash fiction.

Time to Go
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The director had told her daughter it would be sealed up tight, but it stood open at the end of the aisle.

She could hear them talking about her. Some words were muffled. She knew who was trying to be discreet and kind so she didn’t worry about their thoughts and opinions. The loudest ones she could hear were telling lies about her and making rude comments about her appearance and her general character.

Why were those impertinent people here, she wondered.

Maybe they were putting on a façade for the local community. This small town may not have a large population, but still, there weren’t many who knew me. And out of those few, there were ones who couldn’t care two cents about me.

Why didn’t these uncouth individuals just stay away giving an excuse of some sort? I’m sure my daughter and son would accept whatever lies they would tell to get out of the obligation.

She wished they would leave.

Later, after all was said, the small group congregated in the lobby making small talk. She stayed to one side, quiet and still. Cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and grandchildren chatted softly about recent events in their lives and reminisced about good times of long ago. Occasionally you could hear someone chuckle or even laugh.

The boorish ones had left, much to her relief.

Feeling the love in the lobby put her mind at ease. She could, now, travel around the bend to what was waiting for her to embrace.

Did you understand what I was writing about? Yes, it is considered a dark subject. The only thing is, is that I don’t think of death as being dark, foreboding, depressing. It’s a change in life just like all the other ones.

Yes, some of my thoughts about death come from my upbringing. I went to church with my mother and brother every Sunday. I’m quite sure that’s where I first found out about the life beyond this one. From what I have seen and heard, many people believing in the one God, think that heaven, that life-after-death concept, is somewhere other than here on Earth. Notice I stated many, not all. I have known some who believe that heaven is here on Earth and that a thin but opaque veil separates us from it — well, at least metaphorically.

I’m agnostic now. Some may say that all those teaching when I was a kid have gone to waste. I don’t believe so. The lessons I learned are ones I use today, just not so literally. Out of all those teachings, I don’t remember one time when I was told to be afraid or sad about death.

I also believe in ghosts, spirits, specters, poltergeists — whatever you want to call those who want contact with us from beyond this life. Too many things have happened in my life that prove that they exist. I, sincerely, find they quite comforting.

Are there “good” and “bad” ghosts? Most likely. While this may be, I am referring to how I think of people in this life. There are “good” and “bad” among us. There isn’t any doubt in my mind about this. Still, most of us float around in the space between the two, some of us on one side of the pendulum and other of us on the other side. And, most assuredly, there have to be a few that are in the exact middle.

What is in my death (sometime in the future — short or long) is the next book in the series of my life.

I would love to know what your thoughts are on this subject. (I do comment back.) 😉


18 Replies to “Time to Go”

  1. I believe in an afterlife, but not necessarily as ghosts. Maybe. All that energy has to go somewhere. I certainly don’t believe humans hold the patent on ‘sentience’. Why wouldn’t another life form be sentient.

    Interesting thoughts, Glynis.


    1. Jacqui, I’m not sure about form after this life either. I just know that I’ve had experiences where ghosts have been involved. Besides, the term ‘ghost’ can be interpreted several ways.


  2. I really enjoyed your flash fiction. Why is it that some people who had seemingly no concern for a person when they were living, decide to show up when they’re dead? To be seen? To see others? Death doesn’t have to be a scary thing. It happens to everyone. We’re all going to experience it. I do believe in God and pray that when I pass from this earth that I will be in Heaven. But, He’s the judge on that, so in the meantime I’m not concerned about death. I’m concerned about life. How I live it every day, who I can help, and what impact my presence here can leave on those left when I’m gone. Death is going to happen and I have no control over when or how, but I do have control over the now. “Who will be at your funeral?” “What will be said of you when you die?” Those are questions I ask myself often.


    1. Your questions are the same ones I ask myself. I know that some people feel obligated to attend a funeral for a co-worker, boss, relative, etc. But they aren’t the only ones there who really could care less about the person who has passed on. It’s a little unsettling to me.


  3. I do believe in the afterlife, Glynis. I had just never thought about it in terms of me being able to hear the people at my funeral comment on how bad I looked in the casket or making rude comments about my character. If I wasn’t afraid of death before, i am now! Lol. Guess the open or closed casket decision has been made.


  4. I’m not sure what I believe anymore. I only know I’ve taken care of everything so no-one needs to stress out or be put out because I’ve left this planet / this life. It’s a comfort to believe there is more somewhere, in a different form but I’m not sure.


    1. Tess, I just can’t believe that we are the highest life form in this universe or the next. That is too depressing a thought for me to accept. I don’t have a will made out yet. I don’t have anything of any value that would need it. I do have a life insurance policy though. 🙂


      1. I have books and my cat but what I have made preparations for is me to my final resting place…an urn.In my heart of hears I know I believe there is something else but I haven’t thought about it for a long time.


  5. I come from a long line of women who were constantly “interacting” with all their relatives across that great divide. As a kid, it was what I thought everybody did. As an adult, I realize many of them were probably in need of shock therapy. 😛
    I’ve no fear of death at this point–it’s more along the lines of what’s going to be the cause of death.
    Most importantly, congrats on a lovely piece of flash fiction, Glynis!


    1. I can’t say I talk to ghosts but I do think they try to communicate with me. My 6th sense just isn’t strong enough to get the jest of what they say.

      I know what you mean about being concerned about the way you die. I don’t relish the thought of pain until I’m gone. Just doesn’t sound thrilling to me. 😛

      Thank you for the lovely compliment.


  6. I have had too many experiences in my life to dismiss ghosts or spirits out of hand. I know that my baby brother sometimes visits me although those visits have decreased in frequency as time passes since his death. I find it interesting that people would dismiss the prospect of ghosts/spirits without any further thought to them.
    I can recommend a blog to you if you want to read some interesting anecdotes about spirit life though.


    1. Yes, I agree with you, and for exactly the same reason. What amazes me is that I find myself so interested in the visit that I’m almost devastated when it ends.

      Recommend away, Suzanne. I’m sure I’ll enjoy the site. 😀


  7. I’ve always known I wanted cremation because I don’t like the thought of rotting away in the ground. My father in law who passed in March asked us to have no funeral. He wanted to be cremated, and with his wife, he chose a spot for us to spread his ashes. Well, we have his cat too. Anyway, so far we haven’t been able to do it. I don’t want a funeral either. I want one big whooping party and those who loved me would come, and those who don’t wouldn’t feel obligated–unless they were there for free food and beverages. I want a happy New Orleans dancing down the street. I may not be here, but I’ll be watching.


    1. Bravo! I want pretty much the same thing as you. When my father-in-law passed on, he was cremated and the family got together for a quiet dinner and reminiscing. There were some tears but there was also some laughter. It was a good way to end this life.


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