veeyahmarie

I’m not ready to go! It’s not your choice to make. I had never thought about how and when I would die. As a child, I believed stories about the afterlife, about how we would become angels and have the privilege to watch over our loved ones. Perhaps this is why I had always assumed that when the time comes for me to ‘go’, I would accept it as if it were no big deal. And perhaps, this is why every moment of my existence after death has been as desolate as the sand dunes of Egypt. I had everything I could ever want – money, a loving family, loyal friends, and a great boyfriend of 6 years. I wasn’t at the to