Well, great.
Based on what I am seeing, I suppose I must be dying. Isn't this a bit... I don't know, cliche? Can it really be just as it is written in the cheesy novels, just as it is retold by those baggy-pant-wearing mystics on TV at 3 a.m.? I was really hoping for something more brilliant, or at least surprising.
Long tunnel, white light.
And there is music... But the music is insipid... I feel like I am in a Tangerine Dream cd.
Floating now... of course I'm floating. Soon I should be seeing some sort of figure, calling to me.
Floating.
Aren't I suppose to feel something... a great love, a sense of peace and connectedness to the One?
I just feel annoyed, inconvenienced. This is really ruining my plans.
The figure is there now, hand out-reached... calling my name. Its all very intriguing.
But all I want to do is turn around.
So I turn around. (which is not so easy to do, by the way when you are floating... its kind of like when you are in one of those floating chaise lounges in a pool and you can only paddle with your one free hand... the one that is not holding the coconut freshie cocktail... The chair seems oblivious to your efforts to paddle and swings only lazily around as if saying: 'Oh, are you talking to me?')
But as I said, I did turn around.
Yes, there he is... Sergio. He looks funny from this view above him. I never realized how the veins in his forehead bulge when he is frantic...but then, I rarely see him frantic.
Ahhhh, yes, here is my sense of peace. The strange, ironic, paradoxical sense of peace I get from the man who has been my partner in the most un-peaceful of situations, but still...
Oh Sergio: threatening the doctors... (I laugh)... my dear Sergio, you better unwrap that tubing from around that doctor's throat. I'm going to be needing him.
The after-life will have to wait until it comes up with a better way of beckoning me, something a little more original next time, perhaps...
Sergio, I'm coming back.
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