"Goodbye Sweety, we'll visit you again." Aunt Mary said with a forced happy smile.

Even though I knew and she as well very know that the next time we meet might be just before I am buried 6feet below the ground.

For most people the talk of one's own death is a topic of discomfort. The fact that we have to live everything behind and go God knows where is nerve wrecking. Actually the uncertainty of what the afterlife actually is or if there is any might be the reason no one wants to talk about it.

But for a person who is certain of their death and have come to terms with the thought, to people like us death is merely another stage of life. Just like we had entered and excited childhood and adolescence, we are going to enter the stage of death. We grow with each cycle. Death is just the refresh button and the starting point of the new stage of life.

Though I would be lying is I said I always had this way of thinking. My opinion of Death has changed. Mostly out of desperation, to cope with the feeling of despair I felt when the doctors informed me about my two-month lifespan.

Well two months if everything goes well, It can be much earlier if my body has a change of mind.

I love my life. Everything I have done from the beginning of my life I don't regret. I have had a fulfilling twenty years of life with loving parents and a supportive wholesome family.

Growing up an introvert I never actually made that many friends but the only two friends I have are the ones I will cherish.

Closing my eyes, I try to slip into my world of imagination. I love it here, this place helps me imagine the life I might never have.

The warmth of my comforter engulf me and felt as if my body was wet, and I am being transported into a new world.

*Grasp*

I opened my eyes, my surroundings were nothing I was surrounded by nothing. Engulfed in a bed of clouds I could only see nothing.

'Where is this place?' I ask myself.

"The Hall of Memories" a hoarse voice called out