If I should die offer my ashes to the sky, let the wind free my body and spread me across the earth. My soul will become a part of the earth, in every tree and flower, stone and water.
Remember me as a part of the spring, summer, autumn and winter, as the leaves turn orange and float from the trees, as the waves crash against the shore and as the sunset burns across the sky.
Live with my heart in yours, and my arms around your waist. Remember me as I was.
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