Then mist enclosed me and the wisdom of generations shone through the eyes of a beautiful angel.
She wasn't an angel, but I like to think of her like that.
She was peace and joy and she was always there, sometimes close by and sometimes a long ways away. Sometimes a long long ways away.
And she held my heart in her hand and must have seen it still beating for she told me I could go back.
If I wanted.
I thought of Clint first. Then I thought of Grandma.
And I didn't think of the pain at all.