Author's note: Some of the fact in the fic are real. Some of the names are real. But not all. I wrote this
in the honor of Owen. He shall always remain in my heart.
Through the Eyes of Owen
Prologue Part 1
It happened so quickly. As I fell 50 feet, my whole life flashed before my eyes. My wife, my kids,
my friends, my brothers, my sisters, and my fans. I could see the terror in their eyes as I fell.
And then, it happened. I knew it was over the minute my head hit the ring post. Just like that.
My head bounced off the ring post and then snapped back. Almost immidiate everything went black.
I opened my eyes for a slit second and saw that I was in a hospital. Then my eyes automatically shut.
Something from me rose up above me. It was my spirit. I saw how the doctors did everything they
could to save me. I saw my family and friends in the waiting room. I saw their worried expressions.
And the doctors came in. I watched as the doctor, I think his name was Dr. Meyers, told them of
my desent. My death. Their expression changed from worried to sadness. Mom hugged dad as they
cried in each other's arms. My friends openly cried. It was a difficult moment for me and for them.
I could literally see their hearts break when the words from Dr. Meyers's mouth hit their ears.
Monday, May 24th 1998
" Ladies and gentlemen, I have to report some very sad news. Our friend, Owen Hart, has passed
on. He was a great competitor and he will surely be missed. Owen, we loved you and you shall never
be forgotten. "
Thank you Jim. I'm sure gonna miss you. But hey, I'll always be in your hearts. All of you.
As the evening went on, I heard their testimonies. It brought tears to my eyes. The things they
said made me realize how important I was to the fans, my freinds and my family.
" He was a good man, an awesome entertainer, and a damn good friend "
" He will never be forgotten. "
Later on that night, my good friend Steve Williams a.k.a. Stone Cold Steve Austin came out. He drank
a beer and gave a solute in my honor. Then, they rang the 10 bells. I could feel the tears swell up.
During a special tribute to me, I could all of them there. My friends, co-workers, family, fans. Everybody.
There wasn't a dry eye in the arena or anybody watching at home. The feeling was overwhelming.
As the show ended, I heard him. God calling me back to heaven. For the very last time, I stood in
the middle of the ring. I looked at everyone. I whispered goodbye, blew a kiss, and then vanished
back to heaven. Where I belong, now.
in the honor of Owen. He shall always remain in my heart.
Through the Eyes of Owen
Prologue Part 1
It happened so quickly. As I fell 50 feet, my whole life flashed before my eyes. My wife, my kids,
my friends, my brothers, my sisters, and my fans. I could see the terror in their eyes as I fell.
And then, it happened. I knew it was over the minute my head hit the ring post. Just like that.
My head bounced off the ring post and then snapped back. Almost immidiate everything went black.
I opened my eyes for a slit second and saw that I was in a hospital. Then my eyes automatically shut.
Something from me rose up above me. It was my spirit. I saw how the doctors did everything they
could to save me. I saw my family and friends in the waiting room. I saw their worried expressions.
And the doctors came in. I watched as the doctor, I think his name was Dr. Meyers, told them of
my desent. My death. Their expression changed from worried to sadness. Mom hugged dad as they
cried in each other's arms. My friends openly cried. It was a difficult moment for me and for them.
I could literally see their hearts break when the words from Dr. Meyers's mouth hit their ears.
Monday, May 24th 1998
" Ladies and gentlemen, I have to report some very sad news. Our friend, Owen Hart, has passed
on. He was a great competitor and he will surely be missed. Owen, we loved you and you shall never
be forgotten. "
Thank you Jim. I'm sure gonna miss you. But hey, I'll always be in your hearts. All of you.
As the evening went on, I heard their testimonies. It brought tears to my eyes. The things they
said made me realize how important I was to the fans, my freinds and my family.
" He was a good man, an awesome entertainer, and a damn good friend "
" He will never be forgotten. "
Later on that night, my good friend Steve Williams a.k.a. Stone Cold Steve Austin came out. He drank
a beer and gave a solute in my honor. Then, they rang the 10 bells. I could feel the tears swell up.
During a special tribute to me, I could all of them there. My friends, co-workers, family, fans. Everybody.
There wasn't a dry eye in the arena or anybody watching at home. The feeling was overwhelming.
As the show ended, I heard him. God calling me back to heaven. For the very last time, I stood in
the middle of the ring. I looked at everyone. I whispered goodbye, blew a kiss, and then vanished
back to heaven. Where I belong, now.