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.
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.) 😉