TITLE: After Life
GENRE: Women's Fiction
The day before I died, Charlie and I danced to B.B. King. When the song started, I saw the smiles on the faces of our family and friends, many who had been at our wedding 30 years ago. For me and Charlie, Guess Who? was always our song.
My sons, both taller than me for several years now, were mimicking us, alternating which one was a woman with pouty lips and batting eyelashes. I saw Mom slip behind them, place a hand on each of their shoulders and give them her patented don’t-try-it-again look.
I sighed. “I thought by this point, they would be showing up at these kinds of things with their own dates instead of still pretending to be each others.”
Charlie just shook his head. “They’ll figure it out someday. At least they are friends again.” Through the dance, I saw both our parents, friends of the foundation, hospital, so many people joining us to celebrate. Charlie put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me closer, redirecting all my attention to just him. “I love you Nora,” he whispered. As the song ended, Charlie took my face in both his hands and kissed me amid the applause.
I’m not sure what I expected from life after life. Maybe a big golden gate, a bearded man in a white robe demanding names, verifying quality of character and dates of death on some sort of massive database, ushering in lines of people.