(If you know me, you know I always plan ahead. So – please read this at my funeral.)
When I die, give what’s left of me away to children and those who need a hug.
And if you need to cry, cry for your brother or sister whose pain goes ignored.
And when you need me, put your arms around anyone and give them what you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something, something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I’ve known or loved.
And if you cannot give me away, at least let me live in your heart.
You can love me most by following my footsteps and reaching out to those who are forgotten, or ignored.
Love doesn’t die, people do. So, when all that’s left of me is love, give me away.