I’ve always been afraid of death. What comes after? Is there a God? Is there a heaven? Is there a hell? Or is there just nothing? Up until yesterday I refused to decide for myself because that would mean I have to accept the fact that I’m going to die. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to die My grandma took me to church today. I’ve never felt peace like that before. It was like I knew everything would be ok. There was something inside of me that told me it would be ok. I believe that was God. I believe that there is a heaven. I believe there is a hell. I know which one I want to go to. But I think I am ready to die now. At least I know what will happen to me after. Because no matter what happens I know God will be with me.