Part 2 The story of how I had died had haunted me but comforted my as well. It was about midnight when my daughter woke up. My daughter's name was Alexis. Alexis was six years old with long, beautiful brown hair . When she came into our room, it was obvious that she was in distress. She had awakened us and told us that the house was on fire. I soon woke my son John and rushed my family out as soon as possible. When it was time for me to get out the door, a large chunk of the wall fell on me. It trapped me and I burned to my very own death. My last sight was my family crying and sobbing. Than I was dead. Now I need to find my family but first find out where they are. This is where our journey begins

Smoke surrounded the blackness of my eyes. Whispers that I could not understand filled my mind with a monstrous pain that I thought could only come from the flames of hell it self. As I rose to my knees and brushed the dirt and dust off my aching knees. I found myself having troubles to stand up and for that matter stay up as well. When I finally found the strength to stand and see where I was, it hit me like a bullet; I was dead. Dead, but still on what seemed to be earth. I began to sob when I had realized this being that I had two kids at home and a beautiful wife probably standing with flowers in her hand at my grave stone. My only currant request, answers. I knew that I had to find my wife and kids and do whatever I had to do to communicate with them and see them again. I couldn't even begin to think that I would have no one in my #life for the rest of eternity if I don't find them soon. That was my new goal. I couldn't wait to get answers but I needed to see my family again. I could predict just from the feeling of loneliness that I would last forever in sorrow, pain and agony. At that moment, I knew I had a long ways to go to see my beloved family again. Though, I later found out the danger that my family was in. That had made me feel absolutely sick to my gut.