His Essence Flooded the Sky
Take Me to the Moon 5.26
Narrated by the Grim Reaper
“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”
― Markus Zusak,
This one was in the habit of giving. Most of what he was made of, had been given away, day by day, to those he loved. His soul was light, not heavy. I could see the concern on his face, but I knew it was one last painful worry about those he loved. Would this grief hurt them?
What was left of his being was ethereal, shimmering, weightless.
He reached for his wife in the pool. His daughter-in-law came running to help.
Getting closer, she realized that there was nothing she could do.
His wife covered her eyes. Perhaps she hoped she was dreaming, and could wake from this?
These people astound me; how is it they delude themselves to thinking Death will not come?
The daughter-in-law read my tablet over my shoulder, checking to make sure this was inevitable, and not a mistake.
There were many sad to see this one go.
The child seemed to take her cues from the adults. I wonder if left alone, they might be able to see this inevitable transition from a more reasonable perspective.
This one glowed uncommonly bright as I prepared to extract his energy.
And then, something unexpected happened. His essence, ever so briefly, flooded the sky. This is the first time I have seen this phenomenon. Firsts are a rarity for me.
After I took him, his wife tried to comfort the little girl. Or perhaps, herself.
How I wonder, if these humans weren’t so intent on passing on this fear of death to their children, how it could be different.
But the young ones are so impressionable. Which leads to tightly grasping at something which was never meant to last.