If I were to die, don’t cry for me.
Honour me, think of me, but don’t cry for me.
If you must cry that is fine,
But know that it is not for me that you cry,
But for you.
I’m fine dear—I’m no longer here.
Our times must come and go.
Some short; some longer so.
Life is about living.
It’s not about how not to die.
So if I were to die, don’t cry for me.
Cry if you must but when you are done:
Cherish me as an experience,
And live more so.
An elegy by Andrew Schiestel.