Today’s task was to “prepare for your own death today.”
Writing my own obituary: We loved her. She was the light of our life. But she crossed the rainbow bridge and we hope she is OK. We also hope we won’t be hunted by her spirit. Sage, it is. Who else would do me justice…
Burial or cremation — biodegradable suck burring me under a tree. I would love to see the tree flourish.
Pick the music — “I will survive” for sure. Who knows what will greet us in the afterlife?
Select the hand stone — none as I would be buried in the biodegradable sack. The tree would speak for itself.
Write the epitaph — played, brought joy and suffering. Human.
Now, I can rest in peace.
4.2.23
