Flowers at My Funeral
I don’t want flowers at my funeral.
Instead of giving flowers, give hugs.
I want my wake to be a celebration of the joy of life,
an acceptance that dying is a part of living.
I don’t want photos posted of happy times over the decades,
but instead I want everyone to embrace the moment,
and stories of love and adventure,
stories of seeking and surrender,
perhaps some momentary sobbing,
and occasional welling of tears,
but certainly an abundance of good food.
If there could be cooking at my wake
that would be great!
Maybe a barbecue and grilled veggies,
and chocolate desserts.
When we forget that our bodies are dying
are we fully aware of the gift of life?
Isn’t death the threshold that most profoundly
reveals that love endures forever,
conquers all, and is the point of existence?
So don’t try to be strong, but surrender to love,
and to the tears, pain, suffering, joy, and laughter love brings.
Surrender to love at my death, and always,
and there we will live forever.