When I am gone

When I am gone I would like it to be remembered that I took pleasure in the common things of life delighted in the joys of Everyday waking in the morning to life and breath and sound and sight and smell, and the taste of bread and the human voice and touch of those I love. That everything is Gift — and more than this — that there’s a Giver to whom one may give thanks.

That Everyday brings news of discoveries fresh adventures of learning and knowing words to hear and read and chew on, and minds to meet, music to charm the ear and people I love with whom to share the things that I have found who’ll share with me what they have found also

I’d like it to be remembered — that I was kind to others and myself that I would smile at people (not at cameras) laugh when I caught myself being over serious that truth and beauty made my spirit soar that I was wise with the wisdom of my years yet innocent as the child who still, somewhere, plays in my soul that I loved questions more than answers stories to tell, yet better, to inhabit — that I dreamed that there could be a better world yet never hated this one that isn’t so nor gave up hope of how it all might be. At day’s end never closed my eyes in sleep without I blessed the Author of my life.

If this is what I’d like remembered when I’m gone let it become my habit while I’m still here.