The Choice, by Ronald Larsen

I’m standing in front of a large wall with a glowing door. Somehow, I know if I go through that door, I won’t come back.

I hesitate. “Is that heaven?”

A gentle voice in my head answers, “Yes.”

“Am I dead? Did the cancer finally get me?”

“No. You are at a crossroad in your life. You may choose.”

“If I go in, no more pain, no more cancer?”

“Yes.”

“But no more husband, no more child?”

“Also, yes.”

“Can I peak in and then decide?”

“No. You must choose. Go ahead or go back.”

“I’m not good at choices.”