<font color="purple">Although it's a bit more implied in a few of my posts then outwardly spoken, I, have quite a dit of death anxiety. Infact, anything really related to death can trigger this obsession. Normaly, it's just really upsetting or uncomfortable (only on two occations that i recall that the thought of death, and what lays beyond it had made me unable to really finction- and they were both right before I was trying to go to sleep)

In any case, tonight, over at mothers, we had a long (and spiritual) chat.

And for a fleeting moment, I am at peace.
For a fleeting moment, I have come to realise that death is not the end of life.
For a fleeting moment I have grasped a feeling of faith that I have not felt in god-knows-how-long, and should I ever lose it, who knows how long it will take before I gain it again.

It truely is a wonderful thing- I am not happy really, just kind of quietly content, which feels nice for change...a good break from the normal chaos that goes through my head. </font>