The man had the odd feeling of being in two places at the same time. He was aware of the hospital room but he had the sensation of another place around him as well. The sound of grieving voices was telling him to go to the light and someone was speaking in a language he knew from his youth. The voice was telling him it was alright for him to go.
"What light?" "I don't want to go anywhere." He thought to himself.
But, it was hard for him to remember how long he had been in the hospital room. It could have been a minute, an hour, a day, a month; he just didn't know. He remembered his daughter's pretty face asking him if he knew where he was and what had happened to him. In a way he did but as he looked at her, he thought only of memories associated with his raven haired little devil. She h
