Dear Sandy, Chuck, Holly, Mark & Grandchildren---I wanted to share this poem that reminds me of Mom/Memaw.
When I die give what's left of me away
And if you need to cry, cry for those
walking the street beside you.
And when you need me, 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've known or loved,
and if you cannot give me away,
at least let me live in your eyes
and not on your mind.
You can love me most by letting
hands touch hands,
by letting bodies touch bodies,
and by letting go of children
that need to be free.
Love doesn't die, people do.
So, when all that's left of me is love,
give me away.
Love you all for being so dear, accepting & loving.