Deaths Garden

I died. I remember it. I remember the car speeding towards me. I remember swerving trying to save myself. I remember the glass as it shattered. I remember the metal as it crunched together. I remember every pain I felt in that moment. I could feel as the blood ran out of my body. I remember the sound of my son screaming. I remember when he stopped. I remember as they pulled my dying body onto the road. Then it happened, I gave up. When that happened I fell. I fell through the ground and it went dark. I fell for what felt like forever, then I fell some more. When I stopped falling I was unable to move. I wanted to escape this prison. After some time I felt the prison walls soften and I began to break free. I found the outside to be soft but I still had to keep fighting my way up. Soon I saw a light and I needed to get to it. I broke through the surface to find myself in a garden. There were flowers all around me. All looked unlike. It was hard to see for I was just a sprout. As time passed I grew tall. Little children with wings flew around and watered the seemingly endless field. It was peaceful. My son flew by every once in a while. He seemed to take extra good care of me. I soon grew to be the tallest of all the flowers there. I saw weeds being pulled and put in a grand fire at the top of a hill. The hill was in the center of the field and was constantly burning a flame. While other flowers stopped growing I did not. My stalk was as large as a tree. My leaves became a common picnic spot of the children. My son always visited me at the top and sang for me songs I did not know or understand. Soon I was the taller than the hill. I reached the clouds. Then one day I saw a man come down from the hill. He walked through the field and climbed my stalk. When he reached the top he sat on my petal and began to speak. "My name is death and this is my garden. Every plant here lives forever. When a person leaves reality they grow here. They grow according to their lives. The better your life the more beautiful your flower. Children and people unborn take care of my garden until it is their time to entire life and live a long and full life. I have come to speak with you because of your continued growth. I do not know why you continue to grow but because you do your son cannot begin the life he deserves. I ask not for anything but the unloved life of your child to be content and let him go. You are a loving parent I know that to be true so please let your child's soul free" he finished and left to go back to the hill. I continued to think and decided I can be content living forever in this peaceful garden knowing my son would love a life I always wanted him to have