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.