before you my eyes were born anew
so i'm wanting another tattoo...badly. i can't afford it right now, so it'd be a long bit for i could get it...but man...wendy want, wendy want! there's this quote from "so long a letter" (excellent book, by the way) and it's "lady, death is just as beautiful as life has been". i love it a lot.
it's true. the quote, that is. it's a really wonderful if you think about it...optimistic about something so many people fear and mourn.
you know, when i die...i don't want a funeral. okay. so that really makes little sense. i want a wake. i want a celebration of my life, where my friends and family get up and tell funny stories, sweet memories, anything about me that they hold with them. i don't want a single person to wear black, but to be in the brightest, happiest clothes they own. and if they don't own any, they best go out and get something sparkly.
i'm not morbid, i promise. but you have to think about these things, at least a little. i mean, everyone thinks that they will live until their 80s...but that's just not how it is. i've lost a lot of people that i hold so close to my heart, and a lot of them have been so young.
i remember my first experience of the death of a friend. i was in second grade, and he was in third. it was...out of this world, if that even begins to explain it. i couldn't wrap my head around it because up to that point, i had been to numerous funerals, but they were all for people who were old, had lived a good life. not a nine year old.
so, i think it's good to look at death in the most positive way possible...it's a beautiful occurance where, after they have passed, we're able to look at their lives as a whole (whether long or short) and be able to recount all the goodness, the joy.
and...i'm not really sure where i was going with that...but..well, okay! :)
it's true. the quote, that is. it's a really wonderful if you think about it...optimistic about something so many people fear and mourn.
you know, when i die...i don't want a funeral. okay. so that really makes little sense. i want a wake. i want a celebration of my life, where my friends and family get up and tell funny stories, sweet memories, anything about me that they hold with them. i don't want a single person to wear black, but to be in the brightest, happiest clothes they own. and if they don't own any, they best go out and get something sparkly.
i'm not morbid, i promise. but you have to think about these things, at least a little. i mean, everyone thinks that they will live until their 80s...but that's just not how it is. i've lost a lot of people that i hold so close to my heart, and a lot of them have been so young.
i remember my first experience of the death of a friend. i was in second grade, and he was in third. it was...out of this world, if that even begins to explain it. i couldn't wrap my head around it because up to that point, i had been to numerous funerals, but they were all for people who were old, had lived a good life. not a nine year old.
so, i think it's good to look at death in the most positive way possible...it's a beautiful occurance where, after they have passed, we're able to look at their lives as a whole (whether long or short) and be able to recount all the goodness, the joy.
and...i'm not really sure where i was going with that...but..well, okay! :)