It was a stormy day. The wind was blowing, the thunder was rolling, and the water was rising. My brother and I were playing board games inside when "BOOM", the lightning struck our house. My brother always said when he died he wanted to be put on a raft and sent off in the ocean. "Oh no, is everybody okay?" I asked. No power......or a response. I sat scared to death. The lights blink as a hand touches my back. I got up and stepped in mud. I was outside. All I saw was a very bright light then, a voice called and said, "It's time to come home now." But this voice was different, it was very delicate. I was talking and talking to my family but, they wouldn't answer me. They just acted like I was invisible. They were crying over something. I looked around to see what they were crying about. They were looking at someone's body...........My body.
