TWENTY-FOUR
I awoke from my bliss to the sight of my body being loaded into a body bag. Jen held Shauna as the paramedics wheeled me out. There was no question—I was dead.
Talk about brutal. I looked across the bedroom to see my mother Izzy standing patiently, sympathy in her eyes.
“Why am I here?”
“This is what happens, Sean.”
“No, I want to cross over! I don’t want to see this!” I was wholly shaken, even as Mom took my hand. “Why are I still here? Tell me.”
“First off, it’s a rule that you get to attend your own funeral,” she explained. “But beyond that, you have unfinished business.”
“What was all that about leaving my family strong? I thought I was done!” God, I was so frustrated.
“We said it was your time to die, not your time to go. You did well to bring your family back toge
