It seems useless to describe my moment of death, because it didn't feel final, even when I lost my footing, slipped, and free-fell to the street. It seemed to happen in slow motion, as I hovered above my body and watched it fall. The enchanting voice that seemed to whisper my name was now visible – a gossamer shape in a silver dress that waved in the wind. She smiled at me. And before she could speak, I realized who she was – this was my guardian angel.
She outstretched her hands, guiding me higher into the sky, even as my body dropped downward. I felt light, as if I weighed nothing at all. Her dress danced even faster in the wind that seemed to pass through me. The blue sky turned deep purple – like some sort of magical aurora. I started to notice pinholes of stars, in a myriad of colors, piercing through the tarp of purple. At once, I recognized the angel.
‘I know who you are,’ I said, without hesitation.
‘You do?’ she smiled.
‘You're the angel we put up every year on our Christmas tree. You look exactly like her!'