When I die I don’t want anyone to cry. I want them to look at the sky and say ‘goodbye’.
When I’m long gone and they miss me I want them to whisper to the sky everything they want to tell me.
I will listen to every word they have to say because when you die people get the courage to tell you what they couldn’t tell you when you were alive.
I want to hear that they miss me.
I want to hear the words “I love you” over and over again.
I want them to talk about me even after I’m gone. I want them remember me. To laugh at the bad jokes I used to say.
I want to know I still matter, even from the grave.