
I want a funeral where people sing and dance on my grave. Crying just makes us lose the memories. I prefer it if people laugh, then they're remembering the happy. Although I couldn't do that for Dad, at least we got the only environmentally friendly recycled cardboard coffin from Sydney, that had state approval. Don't think Mum has put him in the compost yet though (although that's what he said we should do with him).
Love, happiness and skies that spoke to me the hour he passed.
And by morning the heavens opened up and rained and his garden was wet where it had been dry from the heat of summer sunshine.
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