Guardian angel

Interesting story to read.
At first it is a bit difficult to get used to being dead. There is an almost imperceptible moment in which your soul leaves your body forever, but you are still aware of what is happening, only that you begin to feel it in another way. It's as if everything became gaseous and weightless, you float and look at people and they do not see you and nothing hurts anymore and that relieves you. But as the minutes pass you realize that you can not talk to anyone who is alive anymore and that makes you feel anguish. And then the other dead begin to appear, and it's like when you go to the university and they baptize you, they start making jokes and making fun of you, they ask you questions about what you call yourself, what you died of and what you worked for.

There is always the good dead man who tells you to be careful, to whom you fall well for some unknown reason. There is also the dead man who thinks he is the boss of everything and is defiating everyone. One thinks that those things end with death, but it depends on which dead people are out there, that's how you're going to go. The good thing, one of them told me, is that they can not kill you anymore.

My problem is that I left things unresolved when I died, as it happens to everyone, I think. But I can not stop thinking all the time that I should have been a little bit more good people. That is to say, yes, I did good when I was alive, but with that idea of ​​making a lot of money, I got busy. I got married and it was a happy time, but I really believe that I got married more to get by, so that the photo was complete so I could continue, as if to put a check on the list of pending things. I wanted my wife clear, but not with that love of the movies. She loved me, we had to see how sad she was at the funeral, but I discovered that she was cheating on me with my cousin Alberto.

When I remember the accident I feel I could have maneuvered the rudder better and saved myself. But it was not possible, so I am now dead and with pending issues. The dead with whom I have spoken have not told me if one passes to another state or if one finally goes to heaven or to hell as the religion says. I always thought it was a punishment or a prize too exaggerated for what we do in a lifetime. That is to say, an eternal prize for having behaved more or less well in 35 years in my case. Or an eternal punishment for having behaved very badly in that same time, removing the period of childhood, where it seems that we have license to be a little cruel without deserving hell.

But hey, I'm already dead, I have no options to choose anything, and I do not know where I'll go or what I'll do. Now I spend the day watching the Little Brother and I would like to hug him and put him on my shoulders and tell him that even though he has the face of a monkey I love him very much. Oh, how much is strange to living beings! What does not seem to me is that he is already starting to say "Papa Alberto" to my cousin. My body has not yet cooled down in the grave and the widow is already enjoying it. That does not apply.