Meeting

I kept thinking to myself, about when I die, who will pick me up? Will I walk a lonely path towards the light? Or, will I see my mother and father standing together, for the first time. Will I hold both of their hands and walk again? Or will angels disguised as the people I love guide me to the other side. Nonetheless, while I dissipate into nothing and becoming a part of everything... will I look at my life with no regrets?