Let the penny's fall.

I have always loved the readings of a poet. They always seemed to co-exist with a life like mine and a death-like mine.

My name is Vanessa Ives. Most people would believe that death is the end, but most people are wrong.

Allow me to quote a poem from my childhood...

(Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there. I did not die.)

My death was an unforeseen gift both for me and those around me from the almighty himself.

Happy is how I was planning to remain but like all things, it did not last forever.

I can't remember of my life in the kingdom of God I still don't know why Mabey because the living is not allowed to remember that is just his way.

I just remember feeling warm safe and protected, that is until something dark touched my very soul.

Not like something i felt before but it was dark enough to send chills down one's spine.

Then suddenly....."Ahhhhh!!!!" I woke up from what felt like the most wonderful dream into a most terrifying nightmare.

My vision was sensitive to light I shielded my eyes and my hearing was dull I could hear a man talking in mumbles.