Nov 1, 2020
7 min read
The Last Time I Saw Heaven
It was not exactly as I remembered.
As a child, I had pneumonia. Ice baths and pink antibiotics weren’t curing me. After days of a high fever, I stopped breathing. My mother asked what I saw while I slipped away. The only word I knew to describe the experience was white.
A hidden voice asked me questions. Nothing noteworthy was discussed until it asked if I wanted to stay. I answered, no.
