Death, could we be dead wrong? Rest in peace. posted 9/5/2007 7:39:44 PM | 6 kudos what's this?     report abuse

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So in a single night my life (or death) has went from great to totally f**ked up. Nadene was killed in the accident and Ceaser bit the dust when I hit him while attempting to turn in the driveway. Yes, .... Sam (my brother) had a massive heart attack and never knew what hit him. His x-wife came over and found him and contacted the police..... they found us at the concert.

In one night I lost everything. My lover, my future baby, brother, and a dog. Don't get much worse than that folks. I was put on medication and went to the funeral where they all were buried .... except Ceaser. Later that day I took a bottle of Jack Daniels and buried him out beside the old oak tree in the back yard. My life was pretty much ..... shit.

I blamed myself for everything. I stole a car. Drove like a madman trying to save a brother who was already dead. Wrecked the stolen car and ..... well you know the rest. Life sucks.

I drain my sorrow in smoke and whiskey. If I'm drunk the memories seem to elude me for a while. It has been a year and a half. I served a brief time in jail for stealing the car. While in jail it was the only time that I've been sober. Wish that they had kept me in jail!

Being a drunk and having a record .... it's kind of hard to get a good job. So I took a job on a grave digging crew at the Peaceful Willows graveyard. It is peaceful and thats where Nadene and Sam are buried. So it works out fine.

Here it is and a funeral is over and the rest of the grave digging crew has departed for the evening for happy hour. I prefer it that way .... that leaves me and Jack Daniels to fill the grave in with dirt.

I sit on the mound of dirt looking down at the coffin. I begin to wonder who is inside the metal box beneath me. I look around to make sure no one is around. I ease myself down into the hole on top of the coffin. I feel a sharp pain in my chest .... I get dizzy and fall. My head slams against the metal casket.

I awake. I rub my head and my chest feels better. I reach up and pull myself out of the hole. I am on my knees. I notice two shapely leggs standing before my head. I slowly stand up and there is a woman in a red dress. Big brown eyes and long black hair. She reaches out for my hand.

My hands tremble as they connect with hers. She smiles. "It's time to go home".

A tear swells inside my eye " I swear ..... I did'nt mean for it to happen .... I tried ....."

Nadene puts her finger to her mouth "Shhhhhhhhh .... your forgiven. We don't hold you at fault. Accidents happen everyday. Just look around .... "

With those words the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. I grabbed Nadene and kissed her. We both cried. She took my hand and we walked together toward a pasture on the edge of the graveyard. As we walked near the pature I heard a voice.

Sam was leaning against his tombstone smiling "good to see ya again little brother, ..... where ya been?" Nadene and I walked toward him and he gave me the biggest bear hug that I've ever had. He winked at me and playfully punched me on the shoulder. Then he said "let's go home". With his arm around my neck while I'm holding Nadenes hand, we walk out in the open pasture with the red sun going down.

Then in the distance I hear a cheerful bark. Sam smiles "Ceaser's got to be hungry .... been this morning since we fed him!"

The end.

Death, could we be wrong ..... maybe

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