The Last Judgement Series: Part 7- The Past

Do all what you can with your eyes before you go blind.

Let the light that still shines through guide what’s in your mind.

Look at the beautiful flowers with their petals filled with dew.

Watch the rainbow grow with every vivid color and hue.


Frank had seen this embroidered on a pillow once. His eyes filled with tears as he found it even more relevant today than any day in his life before.

His time on earth was up. Finished. Caput. He had no time to really sit down and chat with his oldest daughter about how school was going for her, he couldn’t drive his youngest son to his soccer practices and cheer him on at games, and he couldn’t call his other daughter about her first few days in college either.

He realized the life he so desperately hated was the best thing he could ever have as all the bad things slipped away from his thoughts and the good things emerged. He found this out a few moments too late as he gazed through the window of his ex-wife’s home and found his kids sharing a family dinner at the table. He had somehow forgotten about the wonderful things he had in his life, and he was reminded now that he could never have them back.

“Why would you take a dead person to this scene going on right now? This isn’t fair!” Frank turned his attention around to the Angel of Death standing with her back against the tree in the front yard.

“Life isn’t fair.” The angel said as she looked up from her list.

“I’ve had enough of this. You’ve have taken people so violent from their lives, killed people in front of me, taken me to see all that I have lost, and made it so that I couldn’t even speak to my daughter or give her a hug when I was standing right in front of her!” Frank was now screaming at the top of his lungs. “Why?!”

“I dunno. You tell me.” The angel went back to her long list of names inside her little black book.

“What do you mean ‘I tell you?!’” Frank moved closer to the angel. “You told me I have to figure out something on my own!”


“But you’re showing me all of this?!”

“Is it not helping?”

“No! Were you really even planning on ever helping me?!”

“I thought I was doing a great job now.” The angel looked up at Frank and put her hand on his shoulder. “You really don’t remember do you?”

“Remember what?”

“Remember how you died. I never was the one really killing all those people on the list Frank. They did it themselves.”

“No. I’m pretty sure I saw you push those boys into the empty pool that one time.”

“Are you sure it was me, because I’m pretty sure those boys were on drugs and too busy stealing and getting into trouble that night to really know what was going on.”

“What are you talking about? You and I were both there.”

“You and I were both there at your death too.”

“Well of course you were. I woke up and saw that you were the first person there after I died in the hospital.”

“But I was there when the cigarette dropped too.”

“You mean when you dropped the cigarette! You killed me didn’t you?!”

“No. I was there just like I was for the boys in the woods.”

“You pushed them in!”

“No! They jumped in!”

“I saw you push them!”

“You’ve seen me there, but I didn’t push them. I’m only there when people want to die. The rest just leave when they are called and can find their own way.” The angel looked Frank in the eye. “Frank. Those boys wanted to die.”

“I’m so confused.”

“You wanted to go too so I came. You wanted me to come and be by you on your death bed even though that it wasn’t your time.”

“What do you mean that it wasn’t my time?”

“No one killed you Frank. I need you to go over to your daughter in the morning. She will be reading something very interesting then, and I want you to read it too.”

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