Short Story: The Choice

I never meant to die. What I mean, of course, is I would die like everyone else does, but to die at the exact time and date I did was never in my plans. I was to grow old. It was just that the life I had didn’t afford me hours longer than it did. I’m not sure how I died. Death is merciful for the last moments. But I can remember my life, and death doesn’t offer me forgiveness there. All my bad decisions follow me. What takes hold of me is the understanding of the restricted vision I have for lif...