I told this story on here a few times before but I been in one particular situation where I just knew I was about to die for sure and it’s way different than a lot of people think. I had my hands covering my face preparing to die and the only thought I had was that my mom would find me like this. That was my final thought but thank God it really wasn’t. And it wasn’t a sad or happy feeling at all but an acceptance that you was about to die. It was neutral. You, or at least I realized I was more accepting than I thought I would be facing death head on. As a matter of fact I wasn’t tripping. Not happy, but just on some, well I guess this is it shyt. Didn’t have time to even be sad or afraid.