I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one, I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when day is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve to dry before this day’s sun, of happy memories that I leave behind when day is done. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
