My one last dying wish

When I die, what will be left in my wake?

The ripple effect of my life?

Will my deep love for all still be felt?

Kindness carried on?

What matters to me is how I affected others.

Did I leave them well or did I hurt them?

What did I teach while here on this Earth?

What did people learn?

Sadness hits when I think about those I’ve hurt.

I ask for forgiveness and beg you see my humanness.

I haven’t always known how to conduct myself.

And, in some ways, it was all love.

A source of protection that wasn’t always pretty, I know.

I hope you still feel loved.

That was my greatest mission, to love.

To spread kindness to others and allow people to feel accepted and included.

To treat the Earth well.

To show my appreciation.

My greatest hope is that what’s left in my wake is good, and kind, and true.

And that others have benefitted from my time here.

That I left things better than I found them.

That the people in my life felt my love

That the Earth danced in my presence.

I hope that when I die at least one person can say,

“She was a beautiful soul who changed my life for the better. Rest in peace, Sam. I’ll make sure to show that love to others.”

That is my one last dying wish.