As I Lay Dying

My heroes and saviors

Photo by Ron Szalata on Unsplash

In the ER bed after a harrowing ambulance ride, I felt my heart tighten painfully and I tried not to panic.

I figured I was dying, and it wasn’t going according to plan. If I had my druthers I’d die sometime in the faraway future, in 20–30 years surrounded by loving family and friends, in a lovingly lit scene with soft music. I would give them long, compassionate looks and softly close my…