It's the anniversary of my near death, or death as I shall say.

It's been a long, fulfilling year since.

No longer to do talk myself out of things as easily as I once did. I no longer say "I can do it later" because I know for sure that later is never promised to me.

Most people don't believe in near death experiences, nor that one can be "brought back". All I know is what happened to me and what I saw and what I heard. I know I saw my so called friend walking out my front door at the same moment I was lying facedown on the floor. I know I saw myself running towards the door at the time my husband and my friend were screaming my name to my lifeless body. I know in my heart that the moment I looked into his eyes and said "I love you" that it was the end, at least for my mortal body.

Believe me or not, what I felt, saw and heard are not up for debate.

I'm just thankful for another year of my life.