“It’s time,” the woman said in a detached but pleasant voice.
“I’m ready,” came the reply.
Her long, white gown gently brushed the floor as she stood and readied herself to go. It took quite a while for her to accept the proposal, but in the end acceptance was the only option. She had to acknowledge she had done a lot of things in her life. She had no regrets. Maybe one regret, but she didn’t want to think about that now. She’d have to be satisfied with her choices.
She’d had good, stable parents who valued education on many levels both formal and informal. They passed on to her values like compassion and integrity, but also taught her to fight for the things in which she believed. She used these valuable tools in her personal and professional life.
She’d had good, supportive friends and believed she was a good friend as well. Her best friend, who had been her friend since grade school, was here with her now as she prepared for this next milestone.
She’d had a wonderful husband who gave her two children, a boy and a girl, a rich man’s family they called it. Her husband had left this earth a few years ago. Her children, both married, had brought her much joy and five grandchildren.
Yes, she had led a wonderful, full life.
“Take my hand,” said the angel in a calm, soothing voice.
She wasn’t afraid. She was ready. She reached for the outstretched hand and walked into the bright, soothing light.