Although the sun sat high in the midday sky, the figure who approached me was draped in complete shadow. Its frame was crisp but the features blurred and I knew in that instant that none who lived was allowed to view its countenance.
“You have come for me?” I asked, my voice betraying the courage I strove to display.
“Come?” the figure said in a voice neither male or female but not wholly unpleasant. “No. I am always present.”
“But you surely do not deny that you are the Grim Reaper?”
“The Reaper I am, yet not so grim. And I pose no danger to you for Death is not to blame for death. If it offers you some measure of comfort, think of me as the ultimate destination of your lifelong journey.”
The Reaper spoke without guile for I suddenly felt satisfied for the first time in my life. I had overcome insurmountable obstacles and completed a near impossible task, and as I accepted its hand, warm and soft, I was prepared to transition into the final stage of existence.