There is a doorway between this world and the next and the Angel of Death – the Grim One, the Reaper of Souls – is the keeper of the keys. When a soul has lived out it’s time on this earth, He walks through the door and brings them to the other side.
When someone’s life ends before it’s time is up, however, the balance of Nature is upset. Overturned. Set on it’s ear. Shattered. Ripped. Rent in twain like a broken heart.
She wasn’t supposed to die. It wasn’t her time. Death knew this, but he could not undo what had been done no matter how much I plead with him.
She had been killed by the television.
It was hardly fair, but there it was. I suspect that the appliances have been out to get the members of our family for years. We have had a dearth of kitchen fires and faultily wired radios and now the television. It was bound to happen.
As someone who understands the way death works, I am content that the Grim One will see my mother to her rightful place on the other side. I am, however, most put out that my son had to see her slaughter at the hand of the treacherous television set.
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