And when I die
When I lie in my casket,
don’t lay flowers, but relate memories,
and hymns of the journey taken,
and poems of joy and laughter.
For in them, I delight greatly.
And when they lower me down,
don’t cry, for I am not gone,
I will be there always beside you
as the chill of the wind
and the warmth of the sun.
When you look up,
I will be shining brightly upon you.
Don’t cry, but be merry.
And when the time comes,
let me go, and hold on
to the loving hand of
the one that will love you then.