For when I die

On the day I die bury me under an oak tree between decades of roots and under handfuls of earth, I will sleep like a baby. Take all my things and give them to whoever smiles biggest when they find them. 

Tell the children I turned into a star, show them Orion's belt at night and point out exactly where you imagine me to be. Cry once for me but never again because I've never been big on tears. When I die I pray the idea of who you think I am fills up your pages with stories and paintings and messy crazy lists for adventures. 

There's not much you can do wrong with true intention in your heart, trust yourself to make the right choices and never second guess yourself. Whatever you are feeling is always valid, and I will always be on your side. 

Now I don't know how dying works but I know part of me will be there when you are alone, never forget I am here for you written down on these pages. Through it all I only have three pieces of advice to give 

Do what makes you happy 

Whatever you do, make it beautifully 

Do something that matters and do it well 

In the springtime when the earth begins to bud, remember that I am here for you, I am the air in your lungs and the wind on your face, I am reclaimed by the universe and will never leave your side. 

                             20/30

-J