Where to begin? I guess it should start at the beginning.
Death has followed me my entire life, from the first agonizing breath to now. I swear that if I look over my left shoulder I’d see ‘Him’ standing with a calm smile, laughing blue eyes patiently waiting for me. Death, my constant companion, and the one I see in my dreams; the first thing I feel when I open my eyes in the morning. He lingers in the shadows, lurking.
One would think that I would be scared to know that death is there in the shadows waiting patiently on me to have a weak moment to pounce and take me. But, I’m not. I’m relieved, to know that I won’t leave this world alone. I will be guided by a trusted friend. He’ll guide me on my journey to the other realm.
I went to a psychic once. She held my hand, looked into my eyes, and in a soft raspy voice of a person who has smoked one too many cigarettes over the years said, “Your life is full of tears and sorrow. Sadness, darkness follows you like a shadow. There are bright spots though out your life…some as bright as the sun. But unlike the sun, these bright spots either burn themselves out too quickly or they end up burning you which causes more sadness; more sorrow to enter your life. Death has given you an escape three different times from this life yet, you still remain here in this miserable existence in this human form. Why? Why haven’t you escaped this torment?”
“Why?” I’ve asked myself that question many a time over the years and to be completely honest, I don’t know the answer to the question. Something always pulls me back from the edge, from the brink. Something tethers me to this world. Something needs me to stay and help. I hear it whisper in the wind on a cloudy day…in the song of a bird, when my daughter smiles at me. I hear it. I hear it in my soul. “Stay. Help me.”
The world is full of misguided fools. How misguided are they you probably are asking yourself. Very, is the answer…very misguided.