Death

That walk down the dark alley was the longest walk of my life. It was mainly because of my injuries. Each bullet hole and laceration made me bleed profusely arms,and each footstep brought back different events from my life. A cold sweat flooded me mingling with the blood and raindrops that me,was already pouring down my face. I collapsed into a puddle, weakened from my wounds, but this weakness I had never felt before. It was the worst weakness any man could experience; it was the weakness of a dying man.

There was a woman at the end of the alley, kneeling with her hands on her knees, completely dry save for the tears she was silently shedding for me. She had a beautiful light tan middle eastern face. She was wearing a sky-blue gown of some kind with a white veil. Many people think The Blessed Mother’s hair is brown, but it’s not. It’s actually a very dark black.

“Get up.” She said. “Get up and come to me; you shall know the meaning of life.”

I was still too weak to move, but nevertheless, I got up and… inexplicably walked to her. You could say that I had an adrenaline rush and walked towards a hallucination, but others would know better for as I drew nearer to her the meaning of life became clearer and clearer to me. Needless to say, that when I reached her and collapsed into her arms the meaning of life had never been clearer to me.

The tears that I soon shed were not tears of pain, but tears of joy. For with the loss of my life, I obtained a state of peace and bliss unlike any I’ve ever felt before. Needless to say, that when I fell into The Blessed Mother’s arms, I fell asleep never to reawaken.