When I die, give what is left to the children.
If you need to cry,
cry for your brothers and sisters
who walk beside you.
Put your arms around anyone,
and give them what you need to give me.
I want to leave you something,
something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I have known and loved.
And, if you cannot live without me- then let me live in your eyes-your mind-and your
acts of kindness.
You can love me most by letting hands touch hands, and letting go of children who need to be free.
Love does not die.
People do.
So, when all that is left of me is love,
give me away.
- author unknown -
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