At Death's Door

People like to theorize about death. For a clinician, there are two types of death; one is the condition of brain dead, where the brain is no longer active to even sustain the basic biological need and would need to rely on a machine. The other is when the heart stops beating.

My heart has stopped beating.

I could have explained the entire thing from a biological perspective but that would make this chapter into a scientific journal instead of a story. The thing is, we humans are too afraid to die that we conjure this unnatural belief that there is something beautiful in the afterlife. That someone would pick our souls up and deliver us to a better place.

But that was not what I experienced.

Death was quite… empty. It was nothing extraordinary. Just my soul leaving my body.

No pain. No anguish. Nothing beautiful to see.

In fact, I was seeing the same scene before I died. Someone had called my name before, but I forgot who it was. The f