They always say that everything has its end. No matter how long it would take, there will still be an ending. This is one thing that we hardly accept. Life is a very long journey but still it has its end for us to rest. I can't think of any people who are not afraid about death. Everybody's seems like struggling to live.

I was a five year old girl, studying in preparatory school, when I had Leukemia. Everybody in the family was treating me like an angel, and I don't even know what will really happen when I die. My mom used to tell me that if ever I will, I will be able to meet God. But I cannot understand why there were tears in her eyes. Then that was when I realized that death is like a vacation with no coming back. Days are passing by and I am almost dying with my sickness, I was already dreaming about angels, heaven and God. But the night when I had this dream about me walking on a stairway to heaven and was not able to get up there because of this missing step I had. When I woke up, the following day made me realize that I need to take the journey of life more. I was cured and continue with my life.

But after what happened, death became a nightmare to me. I always pray at night wishing that I will still wake up the next day. I don't want to die. I have lots of great things to do. I have lots of dreams to reach. And I am too young to rest. I want to die when I am very old enough to take my rest.

I remember when my grandfather, the very first person in the family who died, passed away. That was a very fast incident. He came home, all ok, no sickness at all. When he lied down, he suddenly say that he cannot breath, in 5minutes he was almost rushing his breath, till in one snap, he closed his eyes and lost his life. Our house was like haunted. You will hear tears of grief. And I felt so sad; I was thinking would this be the same thing that will happen when I pass away? My granddad bid goodbye. He went to a vacation with no coming back. And he left grief and sadness to those people who were left here.

After what happened, that's when I realized, death is a big mystery for everybody. Nobody will ever know it's really mystery until they get there and they will never have a chance to tell this great experience to anybody after they died.

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