I died in my sleep last night, and it was rather beautiful. Â Rather. Â There was a train ride. Â Some of us were more conscious than others, and there was an elder man who led the journey. Â I think we changed clothing in the process. Â There was a process regarding the clothes like cleaning them. Very simple process but well done. Passing gently, the parts seemed to dim and rather float away. Â I remember seeing the trunk of one of my trees as we passed along. Rather beautiful. Â My Ponderosa Pines. Â All in all Â a rather beautiful process. Â Not frightening at all really. Â Some of the travelers were further along. Â Process was simply a matter of letting go of all the trappings. Â So, maybe I won’t get to write my story and share it. Â It’s done. Â I think I helped a few others to pass.