Rapture or Death

Qhen I was a child my family would take a trip to Canada every soummer where my father had grown up.  He would get us up at four A M becue he didn't want to spentd two nights on the road.  On one tripp he took a diferent route than usual I guess so we could have some varied scenery, a winding foad through mountains which passed alittle tow called Bend, Oregon.  As we approached the town I was looking out the window down into the valley and it was bathed in a special light at that time of day and sruck me as something otherworldly, heavenly.  We never went that route again bugt that lovely sight stayed with me.  

A couple nights ago I dreamed about it, being on that road and looking down at that town from the road.  It wasn't as beautiful as I remember it in reality but I knew it was the same place and I asked whoever was driing the car if we were on the Bend road and he said yes.  

 PRETTY     idea of what Heaven might be like.

Then I've had other klittle death thoughts happen too lately.  The saong "I'll Fly Awqa" which I never sang in any church I've been in but know from somewhere or ogther, came up when I aswas asking Alexa to search for some old folk songs.  W  Some glad moring when this life is over, I'll flay awa, to a place where I will live forevr, Ill fly away.  

Then about an hour ago a German song I haven't thought of in years came into my mind, one of those "art sons" I think, Bist Du bei mir, geh ich mit freude, zum sterbe und szu meine ruhsh.    With You beside me I will go with joy to death and to my rest.  

I guess I'm writing this in case it's a portent and I'm going to die soon but I have no other reason to think I am.  Except the usual tiredness and aches and pains.  Could live for years with those things.  But who knows.  So if I die those are happy ways to  die and I'd want to leave on that note.

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