The day I die I hope it is a wonderfully sunny day. I hope it is one of those days where the weather is just right. Warm enough to step out, with a slight nip in the air to make it pleasant. I hope it is a day where the flowers are blooming, the birds are chirping, the bees are buzzing. I hope it is a day where everyone is doing what they intended to do.
I hope it is a silent death. One that doesn’t take too long, one that isn’t much of an effort for me or the people around me. I hope it is quick enough for everyone involved. I know when I die, it is not just me who is reaching an end. It is also a story that’s ending and the ones around me might feel like they’ve been left with a cliffhanger. I understand. So, I hope we get to say our goodbyes too.
I hope once the dust has settled, the cremation is done, my loved ones sit by a fire and share stories. A lot of them will feel like war stories. But I hope, somewhere within those stories are not just the stories of the joy I brought them, but also of the pain I suffered, the obstacles I lived through. I hope they talk about not just my warrior spirit but also of those times where I was beaten down. I hope they not only talk about my strength but also my cowardice. I would like to hope that they talk about all of me instead of just the parts that look nice.
To the me who has died, I wish to say, she led a full life. One with pain, love, joy, heartbreak, sorrow, grief, envy, passion, despair, madness and magic. Let’s drink to that and celebrate a life lived fully, instead of a life well lived. Raise your glasses and let’s toast this life. “To the One that belonged to many, to the One that belonged to herself, to the One that belonged to another realm and to the One that now belongs everywhere. Cheers. Here’s one for the road. Thank you.”
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