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