Journey of a Soul

Chapter 6

Susannah Grace Constantine, I remember my name. Why can't I remember what happened and where I am? Think! What was the last thing I can remember? Mom, yes, she was crying. Why was she crying, and why did she say, look for grandpa, say hi to him from me? Go to the Light. Susannah, go into the light?

As she remembered her mother, instantly, she was there. She could see her mother still crying, sitting on the edge of her bed, with her head bowed and her hands covering her face. Still beautiful in her early sixties, Olivia Sarah Constantine was in anguish due to the horrific car accident and sudden death of her oldest daughter.

Looking around the room, Susannah felt at home. On the wall above, her mother's bed was a portrait of the family, commissioned five years ago. Her distinguished-looking father dressed in a well-tailored navy-blue suit. Her mother, born Olivia Sarah Austin, a widow now, was sitting on a stool in front of her father wearing the most elegant soft blue dress. On either side of her parents, she and her sister stood, Lexi to her father's right and she to his left. She loved her younger sister so much. Only being a year apart, they grow up more like best friends.

Noticing as her mother had stood up and started to move towards her, Susannah was shocked when she walked right through her as if she was a ghost. How could that be, did my mother die? I can't remember her dying. Confused, she followed her mother into the hallway and down the stairs to the living room. There were people, family, and friends, chatting. Some were crying, and others were laughing.

Confused, she was looking at everyone as she stood in the hallway. Coming towards her was her cousin Ted, who just walked right on through her.

Desperately, Susannah started to run to her loved ones in the room, yelling at them, "This is not funny!" Nobody could hear her. Her hands would flow right through them as she tried to shake their body for attention. I must be dreaming.

Then she saw it, a table full of flowers and lit candles around a picture taken of her a few months ago. That was the moment when she realized that it was, she who was dead. It started to make sense, the crying, and all the people. What, I'm not dead. I'm right here! They can't hear me! What do I do? Why can't I think?

In the distance of her memory was the thought of that trusting old soul saying, "You do not believe, you may not gain entrance." Susannah could now remember going towards the light, and the gates being locked. With this memory she was teleported into a vast emptiness. It was dark and lonely, a place between time and space. Believe. . . was Susannah's last memory as her soul drifted without direction through the dimension of non-existence.