"Headrest for My Soul"

Man: This has been quite the year. From being diagnosed to having to fight life and limb for my family, my friends, for everyone around me.  What if it really wasn’t my time? How does one really know?

I’m just rowing down a river that isn’t what I expected. There’s no one close enough to ask what’s happening or where we’re going. All I’m left to do is sit here and think...and row. Think about what though? I’m proud of who I am…was… the legacy I left, the children I raised, the woman I love. I’m having a hard time getting used to the fact that I’m no longer on earth and I have no idea where I am now, or how long I’ll be here.

There’s a light that’s coming up slowly and getting brighter, bigger. What do I do when I get there?

What's this? “There’s a leak in this boat.” How can I patch this? I already died, who wants to drown?

(yelling into the distance) “Someone toss me a rope!” Help, anyone, everyone, you! Help me. Please!

How am I supposed to figure this out? I don’t want to die… Again… at all. This is so crazy, it’s confusing, it’s not my turn, where could I possibly be going? Who am I going to be when this is over.

This hole is getting larger. I'm already at the light, how did that happen? What I need is a “headrest for my soul.”     

Blackout.