I wish that my last night in this world would be filled with happy tears, both from me and from the people I dearly loved.
I imagine they might talk over coffee on my wake, possibly about how special I made them feel and how I showed up for them when they needed me the most.
They’d talk about my passion for words, my attempts to live life to the fullest by all means, even if life has often treated me unfairly.
They’d most likely also talk about my weird eccentricities and my inclination towards uncanny sentimentality, and how my efforts to be hilarious often fail miserably.
I wish that it won’t be a big gathering, because there really are only a few who truly know me in ways I long to be known.
As few as those who have shown me that they really care for me and have proven it in times when I needed it the most.
I wish that God would take me in my sleep so that I won’t be a burden to my loved ones, because they’ve already suffered much in this life.
I wish that my last day would either be a night filled with stars with a full moon to boot.
I’m a night owl that’s why, so I want my last puff of energy to float through the air in the midnight sky.
I pray, loving Lord, to be welcomed by my dearly departed parents as I enter the heavenly gates.
Oh, Heavenly Father, I surely do hope this is not too much to ask.
May You be so kind to grant these petty requests of mine…for that someday when I die.