Death came knocking on my door, the day of the funeral. It wanted me to write my name in ink, instead of tears. I would have never thought I had all these years to say goodbye. To say goodbye to life, my children, my family, friends, and of course myself. Death came and told me a story; not everybody has the courage to say goodbye in this life. But you are the good one who stayed, and put up a fight! So here I say to you, sleep tight.