Wake-up Call
Walking in late to the chapel, no one took notice of
me as I took a pew. A woman at the pulpit talked about the deceased. Frankly I
didn’t take her seriously, as she described the deceased as a good person who
had lost their way and worked too much. The coffin had few flowers surrounding around
it. Touching one of the vases I spilled water on the cuff of my suit. The
cloying scent of lilies now clung to it.
Looking around I saw few people in the room. The
speaker now dabbing her eyes was an older version of my preteen daughter.
Trembling I advanced on the coffin. Looking inside I saw myself staring back at
me.
I screamed and no one noticed. I begged God for one
more chance to make this all right. I would be a better person I promised. I
wouldn’t focus on my job so much but put my family first if only I had one more
chance.
I awoke with a start. I was alive it had all been a
dream. I could get on with my life go to work and forget all about this. I took
my black suit out of the closet putting it on I found the cuff wet and a smell
of lilies permeated from it. I put the suit back in the closet and told my
office I was on vacation; my family and I were going to Disneyland. Life would
be different from now on.
One good thing to remember about what happens if your funeral sucks and nobody is there: You won't be aware of it.
ReplyDeleteBut yes: Sing while ye may.