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From what… I understand, from what I've read in books, from what I've seen… on television… there should be a blinding white light right about now. I should be feeling an overall sense of peace. White light. Sense of peace. Echoes of my life gone past. I'm not feeling any of that, right now. I'm just… angry. Really, really angry. My dad did not yell at me. I don't remember that, anyway. I remember the sun. It seemed forgiving, peaceful. "It's okay, Jakey, everything is going to be okay." The sun then was blocked, by a figure. My mother bent over me, put her arms around me. At this moment, one that stands out now of all others… "It's okay, Jakey, everything's going to be okay." This was one of the safest moments of all my life, I felt nothing could hurt me, nothing could touch me. I was invincible, for that moment, in my… my mothers arms. I… remember, reaching out… reaching out to touch my mother's… face…
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