I want.
Not too sure if I'd know, but I just don't want to take the risk. What if my spirit returns and I get that last chance to know just how I was as a friend, a sister, a colleague?
I always like to know how I fare. I believe external people are the best gauge of me, not because I do not know myself enough (well then again, this is a separate argument about it), but outsiders are a clearer reflection about myself (oh well, some may then again argue comments are still very subjective... so then of course, those whose comments really matter should be those who've been with you quite awhile!).
So when it's my turn, besides my white lilies, please... Eulogies please. Oh yes, and remember that picture I love best.
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