I often wondered how it might be. Those last few moments of life. The light they say, or at least some have said, glows faintly at the end of a tunnel. As you travel through the tunnel the light becomes brighter until finally you pass on into your next level of existence. You die.

I had expected to be alone when my time came for this moment, but as it happened I was crossing the street, my dear child next to me, with Rex, our sweet little golden doodle, trotting by our side. We never saw the car, a large black SUV, as it careened around the blind curve to our left and plowed into us. Suddenly the bright Sunday afternoon turned to blackness.

There we were, all three of us, standing side by side in a dense fog of semi-consciousness. Faintly in the distance we could see just a hint of light. So dim. So far away. And yet there. We began to walk toward it and as we did the vague image of a cavern, a tunnel of sorts, began to take shape around us. We felt no pain, no sensation at all really, only the sight of the light ahead, growing brighter with each step we took.

Suddenly my young child stopped and slipped her hand from my grasp. “I can’t go on mom, I’ve got to go back.” But I could not go back. It was as though what heart I had was violently ripped from within me. Tearfully we parted ways as my daughter turned and walked back in the direction we had come, gradually disappearing in the fog with Rex trotting faithfully behind. I turned. Alone I continued on my journey towards the light.

Published by Daniel McGeorge

Much has happened during my long life. Living, loving, laughing, crying, thriving and scraping by. Fighting in a war in a far away land, working an assembly line, driving a truck, living and working in a mortuary, selling Fuller Brush products door to door, hawking carpet over the phone. This all led to an exciting professional career as a speech pathologist and educator. Planes, trains, and automobiles have taken me across the world, from the hills and valleys of Ireland to the peaks of the Himalayas. From the Rockies of Alberta and the lakes of Nova Scotia to the dusty roads of Mexico. I’ve trekked the swamps of Florida, the bayous of Louisiana and the shores of our mighty Great Lakes. London, Shanghai, Bangkok, Mumbai, and Kathmandu have all welcomed me into their experience. Even the remote hill country of Guizhou China opened its arms to me. It’s been a great life so far. And there is so much more to do. Why don’t you come along for the ride through the Stories From My Mind?