Ice cold hands grip me tight as they lead me toward the light. I'm terrified for what comes next, the fear of the unknown after death is what I feel best. I'm getting closer and closer toward the bright clouds. I see angels singing and tress blowing in the breeze. Jesus himself is nowhere to be seen, but soon he'll show and guide me home. He'll look at me with a kindly smile and say, "Hey. It's been awhile." I'll grab his hand and hold it tight as we walk together, through the mist of forever.