The Choice

When we die where do we go?
Do we have a choice?
Do we have options?
Or is there someone who tells us where to go and when to be there?

I choose to believe more freely.

Once upon a 5:37pm, a man named George and a woman named Sally passed away.
It was sad but not too sad.
They had children and their children had children.
They were missed but not too much.

After they died they woke up in a pile of light.
A man with bright eyes and a gentle smile greeted them.

He said, "Hello my friends! I have waited many years for this moment, the moment where i give you a choice."

"What choice?" Sally asked.
The man laughed, and laughed.
He did not mock her or make fun.
He only enjoyed.
He enjoyed her words and her questions.
He enjoyed her questioning looks.

"The choice. The choice of what you will do next," he paused, " you may stay and live with me, or you may go back to the world."

George gasped, "We could go back? But we died?"

"Not as yourself," he answered, "you may go back as whatever you like. You could have a brand new life."

Sally and George wanted to think.
To think about how they would like to live forever and ever.

So,
They waltzed on the stars.
They sat with the moon.
They skipped around in a field of galaxies.

They talked about what it would be like to live in the heavens. They could dance for ever and ever.

Soon Sally began to cry, "I will never see another daisy. We will never see the world again."

George smiled sadly down at her and he hugged her tight. "We do not have to stay here. We could go home as whatever we like."

Sally smiled at the sky and nodded. "I would like that very much."

So they talked about what they could be.

They could be grasshoppers living in the grass with other bugs... Though Sally doesn't want to hop everywhere she goes.

They could be birds soaring free to where ever they wanted, though George is afraid of heights.

They could be trees, standing tall and sturdy, but neither of them wanted to be climbed on.

Suddenly George had an idea.
"We could be daisies," He said, "We would be calm resting in the soil. We wouldn't need to hop, we wouldn't be up high, and no one would climb on top of us."

So they walked back to the man. They told him that they would like to live as daisies and he laughed.
"That sounds wonderful," he said.

With two blinks they were in a field. Their petals fluttered in the wind and children played around them.

It was not at all like heaven... But it was beautiful.

The End.