Final Passage

A Familiar Beginning

A voice of wisdom and authority croaked through the air. Lod and clear it announces; "Greetings people of whom are in presence, this is your final adventure, your last pilgrimage and your awakening of life. Here you are, like every passing person before you, walking through these gates of determination. Not determination of courage, though you will need it to face this test, but a determination of where you will be assessed and allocated a rite of passage. What does this mean? Well, past these gates you will encounter a journey, a journey you have made once before and now will a final time. Your core memories are all inside of these gates, and once you exit, you will remember the life you lived no more!". The voice, although croaking, was thorough on what it wanted us to know, and from what I understand, we are going to face our lives in these gates. "You will walk together on this journey, but I assure you that nobody will experience the same story. On these mounds of grass, you will see a replay of core memories that you must face, weather good or bad, they have created the person you lived as, and now you will see why you are here. You can socialize but be weary, some people who are here are from times you could never personally understand, having said that, nobody could ever understand your life better than you no matter if there be someone close to you. You are safe here, no matter how scary your life may appear, nothing can hurt you from your memories. Now group closely and enter your past.".  I Neal down to the child and reach out my hand to him. "Hello, I'm Adam, what's your name?" I smile at him with as much effort as I can. What does the voice mean? This kid hasn't lived a long enough life to face it! Is this what happens when we die? What is this craziness? Then the boy smiles and turns to me, cuddling a small teddy of a crow, just like the ones on the poles. "I'm Nicolas! But my mummy calls me Nick. Do you think that man was God was talking to us? Is it really him?!" Nicks excitement totally overrides my fear and helps me think more clearly. "Maybe it is God... do you think we should listen to him?" I don't know why I'm asking a child such a hard question, but the other people are gathering and waiting for the gate. "Yes! We should do what God says because, my nurse Becky told me that God is a good guy, and he will look after us!" my idea about this kid becomes clear, He must be an ill child that live their life in hospital, poor kid. I feel a duty to support this kid through this journey, as a tribute to his parents.
I hold his hand and we watch as the colossal silver gates open up to our future... or would you say, past.
We walk into the garden-like cemetery and walk along the stone path in a good sized group and after walking for 5 minutes I take in the naure around us, the view didn't change much to what I saw at the entrace, there was towering trees of possibly a dsark oak surrounding the outside the fences that captured us, the grass was lush green and a directional soft wind eaagering us forward further into the pathway of our past. Soon we stop. The voice from earlier directing us once again; "