Ruptured

I thought, “Ok, this is the moment. You are going to die. You know everyone dies, and this is your time.” I felt a surge of fear that is hard to describe. It was panic. Disappointment washed over me, and I thought, “I didn’t think it would be today. I’m only 47.” My conscious mind, my inner voice, was still working, and asked, “Why are you afraid? You believe. You know you will go on. You can see Abby again…”

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