There's only one person I held dear that has crossed to the other side. I hadn't thought about him in a really long time until now. I wonder where he is.. Whether he's in heaven or in that strange middle ground people talk about sometimes. I don't like to imagine him in hell even though he never really believed in God. When I try to picture him in the afterlife, the only image that comes to my mind is of him asleep. At peace. Never to be woken or disturbed. That may not be the image I want, but it's the only one I can conjure.