I went walking with Momma on Sunday. I have a favourite walking place in Hometown, with gorgeous paths through the woods on the lake. I love it. It makes me happy and helps me find peace and it is therefore where you all should throw me when I die. My ashes, I mean. Not my body. That would be weird.
|My favourite spot|
I told Momma she'll have to show Hubby where my favourite spot is - you know, for my ashes. But then it occurred to me that I kinda hope Momma's not still alive when I die. I mean, OF COURSE I DO, but if I die before her..., I think that's somehow worse, isn't it?
Although, come to think of it, that'd be WAY easier on me emotionally, so maybe it is a good idea for me to kick the bucket ahead of time.
In any case, I now think it's important to draw a map of my favourite spot so you will all know where I want to be laid to "rest". (Not that it really matters. I'll be dead. I won't know.)
When you throw me over the edge, you should also be sure to bring some birdseed. I love feeding the birds at my Happy Place. Maybe just try not to mix up the ashes and the birdseed. I don't want birds eating me, if it can be avoided. (But again, maybe I'll never know. But maybe I will. Maybe I'll haunt and follow you all everywhere you go, pointing out all your mistakes and laughing at you. That sounds like me.)
|Me feeding a bird. Like Mary Poppins.|