My body is frail and my spirit has lost the will to fight. I see the coldness of my surrounding and I no longer want to be here. Family that once was familiar to me have become strangers. They weep and bicker while I languish. I hear distant voices that I cannot quite make out, I get a sense of something different. As my mortal shell fades, I take stock of the changing scenery. One world begins to fade and another begins to come into focus. I feel the pain leaving and joy returning. I am slipping the bonds of mortality and crossing over to what lies beyond.