The Forgotten Ones

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        I woke up startled, my eyes shot open. Gaining consciousness, I sat up and looked around me, there was the cherry blossoms blooming, their pedals pelted the grassy earth.
The village stood silently in front of me, I realized, it is where I have died. Silently, I walked towards the village, to the place of Gathering. The grass under my feet slowly became firm bright yellow stones placed in a simple pattern. In the center of the whole village was the Gathering place, people sat in a circle. Some of them I know, some I don't. They wept and whispered, some were silent and some felt like me; dead. I walked over to those ones like me whom I loved and kissed their foreheads. Then walked over to those whom I hated and kissed their hands, I forgive them.
Then I came to the one I have very loved, and very loved me.
He, is alive
I sat down in front of him, and wept bitterly, my tears dropped onto his knees and dusted away like wisps of sand. He flinched slightly, then looked around frowning. I tried to kiss him and touch the last of him before I am forever lost and forgotten, but my hands swatted over his face like mist, and I knew it, I don't belong anymore. I am one of the forgotten ones now and forever.

Always, I wonder what happens after the death of a person, do we just disappear forever? Do we go to heaven?
Now I know what happens.
The dead ones don't go anywhere
Nor do they disappear
They are just forgotten
Gone
and Lost.