I have a journal saved secretly, only to be revealed on my death to my daughters. Yes, I think a lot about my end. I don’t know why, but whatever the reason, I want my words to be available forever for my girls to get through loss. And so thinking of my eulogy, I wrote a few lines. I might add a few more lines as I grow wiser and calmer, but the theme will remain the same, learning to love and accept myself.
In the end lessons were learned
and respect was earned.
Moments were many,
loved and re-lived.
Relationships were accepted,
for their worth and length.
Dreams, crazy and many
were achieved when time was right.
Love was the theme
while the journey remained unique.
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