For centuries and centuries people have thrown around the idea of what comes after death, and you would figure they would have an answer by now. However, they don’t because the truth of the matter is no one knows what really happens after we pass away.

When I was a kid I always thought about crazy things like, I will float in space with ice cream and puppies, I guess it was my own version of kid heaven. I didn’t know any better as a kid because when you would ask what happen to our Dog, Rossco, you would get ‘Oh sweetie, Rossco went up to Doggie Heaven so he can play fetch with all of his friends’. We’re kids and we are expected to think about what happens after death, pretty sick.

As an 13 year old I started getting into religion. I became a Christian and I learned that after death if you confessed Jesus as your Lord and Savior that you would go to Heaven with Jesus and other saved people, but you won’t remember anything from your life. As only a preteen I learned that if I didn’t live my life how God wanted me to, then I was going to hell. I think I can safely say I am over the relgion phase.

As a current 18 year old college student I think about a lot more things then I did when I was a kid (obviously). As a Bi-Polar and Depression Diganosed teen I think about death every day. What is going to happen? I think I see things differently because I am focusing more on what is going to happen to my loved ones after I leave. Are they going to be olay? Will they move on from it eventually? Or will they always have the burden that is my memory?

As for what’s going to happen when I pass away is something I don’t know yet, but I will eventually.