A Short Story Written by My Mother
When my sisters and I were going through our Mom’s papers after her death in 2003, we came across a short story she wrote. I do not have the text, now, but I have a vague memory of what was on that page. This is the story to the best of my recollection.
I am leaving my usual life. My time has come to move on to the next level of my existence.
I begin thinking about what it would be like to finally meet my creator. Would I be welcomed? Would I meet others there? It will all be so exciting.
Then my consciousness starts to leave my body. As I progress down the dark tunnel, I see at the end a brilliant light. That light keeps drawing me on and on, slowly bringing me to the threshold of my new life.
Finally, after an indeterminate time, I arrive at my destination, and break through to a bright and shiny space.
“Where’s my Maker?” I ask.
“Here she is…” a voice answers.
A strong energy picks me up and places me… on my mother’s chest!
“Welcome, little one. You’ve come a long way, today.”
I look at her face, and she smiles at me. My whole body fills up with warmth in response.
I’d forgotten how much love there is between a mother and her daughter. It’s beautiful!