Through the Windshield Glass

By Kristen Day

I died early on a Monday morning.I was named Alice Beth Patterson. That was the name on my birth certificate, my driver's license; and consequently, my headstone and death certificate.It's funny the things you remember about your own death. I've talked to some people who remember the exact time, a certain smell not associated with their demise, a long forgotten memory that suddenly came to mind. I remember how my hands looked on the steering wheel of my car. Frigid, clammy, and stark white against the black of the leather wheel; my hands weren't shaking, but I was burning up in the cool of the night.Death was nothing like I had expected it to be. As most people do, I had the really misconstrued idea that death and the afterlife would appear just as the movies had depicted them; no such luck.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1481039911
• ISBN13: 9781481039918
• Release Date: December 2012
• Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• Length: 426 Pages
• Weight: 1.58 lbs.
• Dimensions: 9.0" x 1.1" x 6.0"