It was the setting sun of my last day.
dan,mel&jim But in remembering, I disavowed the follies of my youth and the insignificance of my choices. The inanities I devoted my life to were the reason I lost her, the reason I lost the most essential. It was too late to reform nor make amends. The gallows had been set for the execution. The hooded man must perform his sworn duty. As I walked the final steps, I begged forgiveness even if I could not forgive myself. Must I pray and ask for mercy? What mercy did I deserve when it was I who threw my life away to what was fleeting and without value?
I thought of Ama and Ina and the disrespect I showered them, for the caring and affection they offered yet I thumbed my nose to. The friends and lovers I took advantage of while feigning love and loyalty. The unfortunates who crossed my path in an honest effort to correct my ways but I utterly destroyed and hurt. And God, my Creator, my Father, who might have wished, I never existed. Was I still his son?
There was mercy in life because there was an end. Death was life’s answer. I smiled to the executioner as his blade came down. And with my last ounce of consciousness I muttered : Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.
I did not hear the crowd cheering.