do not attend my funeral,
many moons from now,
for i want you to know me for the times we had
when i was laughing and dancing around our kitchen table,
not for how you'd watched me get put into the ground.

i want you to throw my ashes to the wind,
letting them waft as freely as they wish
to every nook and cranny of this earth.
that way, when i am gone,
i will be everywhere,
and you can always have that dimpled smile
playing at your lips wherever you go
with the memories of us and all that we had.