A Serendipitous Perfect Day Wrapped Up in Tragedy Will Change How You Think
The room of death brought about a bizarre family reunion.
Just when your life seems to be on track, everything changes.
It happened to me yesterday.
I dreamt of writing another story that included the Matrix. The black hole that is meditation had taken over my thoughts. Then … the phone call.
“She doesn’t have long.”
Nobody wants that phone call. My routine got thrown in the nearby tumble dryer to thaw. My past self reappeared: Mr. Panic.
You might think this is a story of heartbreak or disappointment. Strangely, tragedy isn’t the point. Tragedy is simply a trigger in this story.
A Series of Serendipitous Events
The call set my mind into action. When your grandma has no more than 48-hours to live you quickly become sentimental.
Some call it death tourism. In other words, you want one last photo before the predictable end of their life. I wanted more than a photo. I didn’t know what, though.
It should have been a simple task. Get in the car, jump on the highway, drive to the middle of nowhere, enter the front door, and see her face…
