I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Clouds carefully drawn in the sky, as if heaven was only a few minutes away. I could almost see the wispy gates made of pearl clouds swish open. Beautiful works of art, and a castle of hope in the sky.
Songs, not created by harps, but a melodious music soothed me – A conga line of family, kept close to my heart, stood at the front waving. I waved back, and couldn’t wait until I could hug them once more.
As I stepped forward in the line, an angel’s finger trailed down to my name. Tara. He shook his head. ‘Not your time,’ he whispered.
‘But I see my dad over there,’ I said.
‘It’s not your time, hear my voice . . .’ I hear the repetition of his voice and close my eyes. As I open them again, their is another figure in white and blue. ‘Tara . . . She’s awake, doctor, doctor; she’s awake.’