It was quiet that night, there wasn't a cloud to be seen, the moon was against the sky, and I felt like I was on air. Like I could breath again. When you reached my hands, I could see. When you touched me there was no pain. When you pulled me in, my tears were golden, like they were so long ago. And when you've lived like me, when you've walked down that narrow path, when you reach the end, it's all the more special. You feel like life was well used, like the ones who have grown to love you would never regret it. Those who are left behind do their best to remember you and to keep what you kept strong before strong again. When I was with you, I was not sad, I had no regret, I was utterly in peace. My everything was now you. My life was now yours. And those who take my place, I am sure, will do right by me. So as I walked with you into the white light, the tears that fell were not of anything terrible, or sad, but of hope and happiness.
A Static Sensation Community Member 
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