In the last few months, while her insides were getting eaten up with cancer and she had retreated to the comfort of her bed, quilting squares and a needle in hand, thoughts of her loved ones on her mind, Carol Jean had imagined dying would be like something akin to being released from a Jell-o mold. A mighty slurp and there her soul would be, transparent and quivering with new energy while her rigid body was left behind. Instead it had just been fading and not even realizing when she had passed from one state to the next.
Was this the afterlife? What about heaven? What about Will? What about . . .
A sudden beam of energy pierced her, spun her around and drew her attention away from her own funeral. She felt herself moving forward as though pulled by a ribbon of excitement and emotion. She was leaving her old life. The ceremony and all her loved ones that had been spread before her were now officially relegated to her past. Her soul gained speed as it moved toward the future.