When It's Time to Move On

Prologue

This is it then. This is how it ends. I had always wondered how it would be. Right now, as I lie here with so much pain coursing through my veins, I can't help but think there's still more time. Yet, the nurses that stand nearby converse in their hushed voices like a countdown to the final moments of my life.

I try to focus on their words, but my mind wanders back to a simpler time when I had imagined a different kind of ending. An end where I would be at peace, surrounded by angels who would run their fingers tenderly through my hair, assuring me that it would be quick and painless before they guided me to the promised land. I had seen it before, in my grandfather's passing, where he was in the company of those who loved him and left this world with a small smile on his face.

I had hoped for the same passing, with a wife by my side, our children nearby. But here I am, alone and regretful, with nothing but memories of the life I have lived.

My life flashes before my eyes, and with it comes the realization that there is so much left undone. So much that I have wanted to do, but never got the chance. And now, with the end so near, I long for the release of death and an end to this pain.

I am left with nothing but regret and the sound of the nurses' voices, arguing over who will move my lifeless body when it's all over. If only the angels would come and tell me and I would know. Know, when it's time to move on...