And he lay there, motionless.  Never have I seen a power demonstrated like this.  As surreal as it sounds, I can assure you that it was.  His eyes were open, yet looking at nothing I was able to see, gazing into the soul of the earth.  The clouds opened up and the sky was clear.  The sun shining brighter than I can ever remember.  Thunder in the distance and butterflies within arms reach.  I can only think that I am dreaming, but I am not.  The events that transpired prior to this are all too vivid, the death has been all too real.  Still motionless he lay.  It begins to rain, but without clouds.  The sun shining brighter.  The drops burning on my flesh, sizzling the little hair on my arms. The heat from the sun is becoming almost unbearable, and then darkness.  Like someone flipped a switch.  No more rain.  No more sunlight.  Only my slow rythmatic heartbeat and the cold around me. My stomach twists to unbearable measures, the pain becoming my only sense.  My fists clench in agony, muscles tense harder to try and get them to realease.  A small prickle under my feet and then it is over.  As quickly as the pain begun, it had ceased, and the light covered me and and the earth around me once more.  The person in front of me still motionless, eyes still open. A sense of serenity is abound, although I am nervous.   I am familiar with my surroundings yet I am apprehensive to move around.  The old oak tree staring at me, as if it is remembering the times in my childhood.  The swing creeking in the wind that hangs from him, still swaying.  I long for the nostalgic.  Memories fill my mind of  my youth.  A youth that seems so far away, reckless, without worry and without fear.  I turn my head to the north and can still see my mother scolding me for blackening my brothers eye, although it was an accident.  I yearn for the time, and smile to myself.  I walk up to the man, still lying there motionless and kneel next to him.  I gaze into his eyes to only see him staring through me.  “Why do you lie there, motionless, old man?”  No reply.  I touch his wrinkly face, stubble making it rougher to the touch.  A frail of an old man, who must have lived a life like no other.  He seems to have a flair for the eccentric, but how do I know that? I am suddenly urged to climb the tree, to reach the highest point.  I look once again towards the tree and notice a slight glow.  It is begging me to mount it. “YOU KNOW I CAN NOT CLIMB YOU TREE!!!”. But the urge is unbearable, the hunger to climb this tree takes over my body.  I look once again to the old man and I notice a small scar next to his lip that stands out, and no sooner that I had, I close my eyes and wince in pain.  The darkness surrounds me, and my stomach ties knots to itself, pulling harder.  The beads of sweat stinging my eyes, and although I see nothing, I feel presence all around me.  I am cold.  The pain is unbearable, and yet I must bear it because there is no other choice. I do not wish to die, but maybe in death I will feel release of this pain.  My head, nearing explosion, is hot.  I feel a touch to my arm, a hand, soft, caressing my forearm.  Voices, all jumbled together in my head, crying, the roll of wheels and the smell of cleaners fill the air.  My body feels stiff and my joints are on fire. The pain has subsided and my eyes are too weary to open.  The air is cold and the blanket that covers me is too thin.  The clothes I am wearing feel like paper and I have a desperate need to release my self.  I struggle to open my eyes, and as I do I notice a congregation around me.  Flowers in my peripheral, and the sad faces of a family staringly intently at me.  A young woman, early 30’s, drapes her arms around me.  The others follow suit. I do not recognize anyone, but I do recognize the sense of warmth and love that envelope me.  “Grandpa, we almost lost you…” is whispered into my ear.  I panic, and begin to make out the words of the sounds around me.  Coming into focus, I see the children, dressed extremely cordially, a woman pushing a wheelchair outside the door.  My joints still in pain, I look to the left and see a sink.  Above that a mirror. As I look into it, I notice two things.  The first thing I see is a Priest towards the back of the room thumbing through his Bible, and the next thing I see sends chills down my spine.  Looking deep into my eyes is him.  A small scar next to his lip.