I would probably feel like it was not real. Like it was all a dream that I could not wake up from. Then once the shock hit me I would maybe curl up in a ball and cry. The night my dad died I was suppose to be with him. He was so excited about his motorcycle that he just bought and wanted me to come over a ride on the back.
I would be counting my blessings and wonder my purpose in life, like obviously there was a bigger reason for me to have missed that plane, like God has a plan for me. I would also feel some sense of loss, like grief for the lives that were taken, beings that it literally could have just as easily been me.
I would probably feel like it was not real. Like it was all a dream that I could not wake up from. Then once the shock hit me I would maybe curl up in a ball and cry. The night my dad died I was suppose to be with him. He was so excited about his motorcycle that he just bought and wanted me to come over a ride on the back.
ReplyDeleteI would feel bad because I was supposed to be on the plane. But then again I would probably be happy that I missed it, because I am not ready to die.
ReplyDeleteI would be counting my blessings and wonder my purpose in life, like obviously there was a bigger reason for me to have missed that plane, like God has a plan for me. I would also feel some sense of loss, like grief for the lives that were taken, beings that it literally could have just as easily been me.
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