I went to a vigil for my friend's grandfather. It got me thinking a lot about my own father. I have just recently learned how vulnerable we are to death, and tonight was a sort of harsh reminder of the pain that will come. The pain of it being my turn for me to bury a life-long mentor. Although, it was also a reminder of how a person can still bring us together and make us feel so many things from the coffin they lie in.
When it's my turn to lie in my coffin, I want people to smile, and I want them to laugh. I don't want tears, I can't bare the thought of making people cry, not even in my death. I want everyone to remember that I want to be celebrated and not mourned.
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