Jerry Owens

 Between shallow, labored breaths, the King spoke, “As I lie here waiting to die, I reflect on my life. It has been a good life, one of purpose and challenge, yet I am still angry that it is coming to an end. It is the thrill and habit of living I will miss. I have had love and felt hatred, and survived from the strength of love. Equally, I have survivied from the power of hate during the many battles fought and wars endured. I have called my scribe to record my ramblings and recollections, both proud and sad. As he sits beside me now, I ask my scribe to write down my words as I speak them. It is the duty of my scribe to put my words into some semblance of order to make sense of them for my family and those who come after me. We are all born with the privilege to believe or the choice not to believe. I choose to believe and accept as true an afterlife for I have spoken many times to my dead mother and others of the dead, in this rousing life and in my dreams. I have witnessed strange creatures and beings, as well as miracles and magic to save those who were innocent and deserving. In this moment of remembering it offers little comfort for I will desperately miss the touch of my wife and the laughter of my sons. These are my memories in no particular order."