My Funeral

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    My Funeral

    I don't want a grave, a coffin or a plaque. I don't want anything.
    Just a cremation.
    A few simple words.

    Plant a tree. Preferably oak.
    Keep it simple.
    I want a tree for my children to come and talk to when they feel
    low.
    I used to talk to a tree on my street when I was a kid.
    It helped.
    Trees have great spirits, especially oak.

    I don't want anyone to talk about me or give a few simple words.
    They'd just miss the point.
    Words cannot express what I feel when I see things.
    I wish I had the ability to communicate my feelings about our purpose on life.
    Death is just a continuation of life.
    So to say anything is pointless.

    There shouldn't be many people there.
    Just the ones who came to visit in my lifetime.
    I don't want the funeral goers.
    This isn't a funeral.
    Tell them to stay home and wait for one.
    Nothing personal, they'd just miss the point.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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