I've had this dream many times before. Before I was not ready. I was not ready to leave. I couldn't leave my family, my friends, my home, my mother, my sister. Couldn't leave my father and my pets, my house, my job, my life. I couldn't cross.
But this time it isn't a dream. I remember my final moments. Remember the cold and pain. The pain in my lungs, burning furiously, because I had not the strength to breathe. I remember the faces, gathered around me. I didn't recognize one of them, but all wore the same expression. Worry, shock. I remember. I remember the cold, enveloping me. The faces never faded but the warmth of my body did. I remember.
I remember my family. My mother, old face lighting up in her smile. My father, well rounded and rough. My sister, small smart funny. I remember my friends, all of them loyal, brave, intelligent. I remember my pets, two cats silent, strong, sweet. I remember my life, my car, my over priced house. I remember.
I have remembered, and so I am ready to go.
I want to see what's there. Where I am going. Would there be the rest of my family? Would there be old familiar faces? Would I make it? Will I be happy? Will I see them? Do I need to worry?
I have this dream about where I am going. I'm ready to cross this stream. I am ready to leave the world behind.