I didn’t know where I was for a minute. I could see my mom and my sister in the garden. They were surrounded by beautiful flowers. They looked a little sad, I’m not sure why. There wasn’t anyone else around, just then huddled together wiping each others tears.

I turned around and noticed a row of headstones behind me. I wonder who died. Maybe they are sad about that.

When i turn back around I see another figure. Just a black figure. It was floating in the air. It looked like it was carrying a sword of sorts. It had its hand out in the air, almost calling to me. Distracted by this figure I didn’t notice my family coming closer to me. I call out to them, to get there attention and see if they see the figure as well.

I got no response, they walked right up to me. They kneeled into the grass and placed flowers on the ground. I turned around to see who they were visiting.

It was me. My name was on the headstone.

RIP Jason Carter Thompson

Loving Son and Brother

1995-2022

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I screamed at them that I was here. That it wasn’t me. No response came from them. As I was screaming I hadn’t noticed the figure getting closer, it slowly put its hand on my shoulder and in a second we were elsewhere.