Finding YouNo one prepares you for death. And at 18, you're really unprepared. Good-bye to my mapped out life, and hello to my heavenly forever.
The drunk driver walked away unscathed in case you were wondering. My family had crowded in the small emergency room to give me their tearful goodbyes. I heard them, but could not feel their touch, or shed tears as I had already left my mortal shell. A sense of peace enveloped me as I began to ascend; and as I watched my mother smooth my curly, blond hair one more time, I only wished I could tell her I loved her and would be alright.
Heaven resembled a city. Not a huge city like New York, but something in between suburbia and that. There were no pearly gates, no trumpeting angels chorusing as I entered. I just somehow arrived. The only greeting I received was by a gorgeous man in a white suit with contrasting black hair and green eyes. He was beautiful.
"Welcome, Audrey Whitmore!" His voice was musical. I could listen to him speak forever. "I am Raphael,