Death

I have died, It’s been a minute.

I can hear Doctors and Nurses trying their best to breathe life into me. I feel an electric shock of Defibrillator coursing through my body. But, I have accepted my death and moved on.

I have died, It’s been an hour.

I can hear my family trying to get into the theatre. They are at a loss and can’t believe what they heard. I see my wife and kids crying. They were good to me when I lived. But, I have accepted my death and moved on.

I have died, It’s been a day.

I see my body is undergoing post mortem tests, They will send me to a funeral parlour where they remove my guts and viscera while making me presentable to those who visit my funeral. A thankless job. But, I have accepted my death and moved on.

I have died, It’s been a week.

I have been back here at my home for awhile, casket isn’t the best place to lay down and sleep. They don’t know it. I saw many of my relatives come and go. I lost touch with most of them. Some of them still held grudges yet they came in anyway to save face. I saw my friends, they came in early and helped with everything, I was lucky to have them. But, I have accepted my death and moved on.

I have died, It’s been a month.

I rest in a cemetery, the final destination I will ever have as a human being. My wife and kids visit me when they can. She cries sometimes, and my kids are too proud to do so. I see occasional visits from my best friend. He should move on, we’ve been through enough. I wanted to have one last drink. But, I have accepted my death and moved on.

I have died, It’s been forever.

I wonder what happened with life. People rarely visit me. My wife does though. She has grown older than before. We were supposed to grow old together. I hope she is okay. I haven’t seen my kids though. I hope they are doing fine. I wanted to hug my wife one last time. But, I have accepted my death and moved on.