In my countless years of being alive per say, I have never understood the difference between life and death. It seems as though the minute you are born is the minute you begin to die. Nothing can live forever. I wasn't as faithful to the church as my mother. But one thing I do believe is that everything has a beginning and an ending. That would probably have to be the only thing I ever really believed that they said. Everything else I was always skeptical about. Like for instance, what happens to you after you die? I've been dead for quite some time now and I still don't quite know the answer to that question.
The preacher man always told us, well, screamed at us. That if you don't live by the Bible you are not going to Heaven. So, basically you only had two places, Heaven or Hell. If that were so those preacher men must have been lying. The day I died I went to neither Heaven nor Hell. When I died my spirit as I have learned to call it was stuck here per say. Those preacher men must have been lying to us just to scare us to obey their God. It clearly worked with a lot of people in my town. Men, women, and children alike did everything the Bible told them. But that isn't what this story is about. This story is about life after death. This is my life after death.