As morbid as it might sound, I think about my death. About who would show up to my funeral and what people would say about me. If anybody would miss me, and if my existence made any difference in this world.
Have I lived my life the way I want to be remembered? Have I loved the way I always imagined I would?
I imagine death being like a big dream, a dream that you don't understand. A floating abyss of time in the palm of a hand.
I hope it's a like song, your favorite song that reaches deep into your stomache, and caresses your blood so you feel it everywhere. A song that makes you absolutley perfect in that moment. That moment that will last forever, or at least until the next journey. :)
I imagine someone saying " Amanda was child of love, in fact thats what her name means. Deserving of love, surrounded by love. Amanda loved with her mind, her eyes, and her whole heart. When you feel the crisp air on your cheeks, read a line of comfort, or hear a song that makes you know it's going to be okay, you'll feel her there with you and realize she's left a piece of herself in all of us"
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