Thankful for the Moment

I had a dream last night that I died in a school gym, the stands fell and I died. In the dream I went to what I suppose was heaven. It was this waiting area where there were probably 25 other people around me. We talked about our lives and had to figure out what was going on through this woman who was in charge (Not God, more of an administrative assistant type). The deal was, you could look down on the people you left one time and one time only.


When your time in this room was up you had to jump out this little door that looked like a baggage shoot opening and you would be reborn. All I could think of the whole time was how much I had loved my life, that Ryan and Don were the best things in the world. I was sad in heaven because I couldn’t imagine anything as great in the next life as the life I had left.


When I woke up I wasn't entirely sure if I was dead and using my one look down on the world or if I was alive. It made me realize how lucky I am. Nothing else mattered at that moment, all those things that seem so important (Money, weight, possessions etc) were irrelevant. Looking at them knowing this might be the last time I see the both of them I couldn't think of anything except how lucky I was to have that moment. If only I could remember to see with such clarity all the time.