The Day I Died

I had a long life ahead of me. I had 2 kids and a loving wife. I perfect, sincere job. I was on a run to become the headsman in my institution. Everything looks clean and clear. But there's something we always forget. The ending.

Through the bedroom windows, beyond the curtains, there was a feeling that hit me loud. I woke up as if touched by the unseen. The goners. My wife laid there, gently and rhythmic breathing as she navigated through the wonders of the universe. Jenny was the best part of me. One I never regretted having. She always made me feel lucky. Her warmth spelled comfort.I moved closer to press a soft kiss to her, as I inhale the faint, sweet scent of her shampoo. She also moved closer, her hand instinctively finding mine under the duvet. A quiet, shared moment of peace before the world outside demanded our attention. It was perfect.

Moments later, we were all awake, cuddle time was up, tomorrow or before, there was surely to be another. Essential sensual moments. The kitchen prepared our morning chaos and coffee was a promise. Close your eyes and imagine the aroma of freshly brewed Colombian beans mingled with the faint sweetness of toast. Yummy. Downstairs, Felicity and Randall, my dear kids, were already at it. I greeted the twins as I walked down the stairs. They were currently engaged in a heated debate, over who got the last blueberry muffin. And as always, my dear Randall, came out on top of the losing side. Felicity, the strategist won every time. She had taken a huge bite, causing crumbs scattering. Their mama looked from a far, smiled and remained silent.

Jenny was her own morning person, energy already in full swing, pouring coffee and handing out plates. My dear Randall was attempting to comb his perpetually messy hair with a fork. We all laughed it off and had a good breakfast moment. Afterwards, their mom took them to brush their teeth for they had a big day ahead of them. My brilliant kids. I was taking them to school and their mom had an off day today, she had a doctor's appointment to attend, later in the day. So I kissed her goodbye and got into the car. She ran after us as we drove off, waving goodbye.

The drive to school was loud, and mostly engaging. The kids sang and told stories about their new classmates, and how their teacher talks to them, and the new song they were taught. I had to turn my ears to them. Randall was telling us about a dream he had of flying dinosaurs. As we approached their school, a sudden, collective groan erupted from the back seat. "Can we please get some snacks, Dad? I couldn't turn them down. Plus, we were early to school anyway. They both remained determined and persuasive "Please, please, please!" I glanced at the clock. We had a few minutes. "Alright, you two, but just a quick stop!" Their cheers filled the car, louder than a radio pop song. Dad of the year.

I watched them carefully select their treats at the convenience store, their faces lit with simple joy. It was a brief but perfect moment. Finally, we got to school, they hopped out of the car, backpacks bouncing, with the sweetest sound. They turned at the school gates, waving back happily until they disappeared inside. I waved back, a warm feeling wandering through my chest. What a great start to the day.

My workday was familiar. I pulled into the office parking lot, the morning sun hit hard. Oh mehn, but atleast we had an air conditioner inside. "Happy death day, Kelly!" Serah from accounting chirped, already at the entrance and following me to the office. Sarah was always the first one in, and was humorous "Morning, Serah! Why am I dying again?" I replied, grabbing a coffee. She replied, "Well, you have to look onto your office table first". I wondered what she was talking about, so when I got into the office, I looked straight away at the table. And guess what the paperwork there was something you have never seen. She smiled and left me get to it. She left saying, "Enjoy your Tuesday Kelly." Being the finance man in a fast growing company in a fast growing economy is no joke.

The morning flew productively. I finalized a complex report, hitting the 'send' button in satisfaction. Lunch was quickly taken, a simple sandwich and an apple. I pulled out my phone, a quick text to Jenny: "Thinking of you. What's for dinner?" Her reply came almost instantly, a string of emojis and "Your favorite! See you soon, love." Her cheerful words, even through text, brought a smile to my face. I spent the afternoon thinking deep of a new software design, the hours ticking by with a quiet purpose. My thoughts, however, kept hovering around the idea of heading home. Just then, I decided that I will make a quick stop on the way home, just to pick up a small bouquet of Jenny's's favorite lilies. The thought of her smile when she saw them was heartwarming.

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Finally, it was 4:30 PM. I packed up my laptop, and not surprisingly, anticipation was bubbling within me. The drive home was never a complex thing. A transition from the professional world back to family warmth. Long shadows could be seen, and they were golden.I turned on the radio and I put on my favorite podcast, my thoughts got lost into it, as I laughed at the comedic lines I heard. I thought about the upcoming family vacation we were planning, the small home improvements we wanted to tackle, like replacing our beds with new ones and changing the sealing type to something to suit the kids, and most of all, watching my kids grow, seeing the people they would become. A huge and happy sense of peace settled over me. Life was good. I was content.

I pulled up to the intersection of Elm and Oak, first in line. The engine idled gently. I hummed along to the a song I knew well that was playing in a new channel I had tuned in. The song was called 'Dreaming' and was performed by a crew called 'Smallpools'. A gentle smile was playing on my lips. My mind was already home.

From a distance, I could see it coming, from the rearview mirror. It was a cement mixer truck. I thought it was going to stop, maybe. Then, it happened. Not a screech of tires, not a horn, but a deep, guttural roar that swelled from behind me, impossibly fast. Nothing to do. There was no time for fear, no time for a scream, no time for pain. The world became a sudden, overwhelming blur of sound and crushing force. It was instantaneous, a flash of white, a pressure that enveloped everything. One moment, I was there, humming, smiling, thinking of my family. The next, the world went quiet. It was fast. It was painless. And then, there was nothing.

THAT WAS MY END!