I meet him, and he tells me that... "as a gift for your detachment I will give you a vision of the future. What's more, you will have a 10-second vision of the moment of your death." And he disappeared.

No, wait, I don't want that gift...!

-She's gone- I don't want to be even for a second at the moment of my death. I don't want to be surrounded by people pretending to love me.

There I am, in the coffin. They have taken me to the funeral home. He is there, the only person who has shown me his love for so many years of his life, my son.

I'm sorry to leave you, my son, but that's life, a prelude to death. I was already old, I hope you understand. I know you love me, I did too. God left me so much time with you to enjoy you. The time came that I told you so much about it. I would leave you alone.

Cling to God, live your life. Don't enter into disputes with the Creator, after all my life was never mine, it was His. Now I return to Him.

I told you so many times about this moment but you were really not ready, I see you. You are destroyed. Your friends are with you. I hope you can live a life full of love.

Let's see. Who else is here?

There are so many people! There are people who didn't call me even once a month while I was alive. Some of them I don't even remember, and they cry.

I don't want this. What hypocrisy, to come and cry today. I shouldn't be surprised, because I imagined it. It's the same thing I see in so many funeral processions.

Thank you for this 10-second vision. I didn't want this and I don't need any more.

What I will do in the future is to dedicate myself to talk more to my son about God's love and how to let go of loved ones. The rest will always be the same in every funeral home.