When I go I hope its slow.
Not so slow that its some long drawn out agony
Slow enough that I have a few weeks to reflect on it all,
To read my old journals and remember all the beautiful places i’ve been to.
To recall all the wonderful things i’ve achieved and had the pleasure of being a part of.
All the little and big projects, all those times I felt overwhelmed and hopeless and kept going anyway.
To re-visit the travels and the monuments of nature in my mind screen.
Most of all though, I want it slow so that I can remember the people that I have loved and been loved by.
Slow, that I may, in vivid memory bring to focus their faces. Re-living the laughter, tears and Joy of those terribly beautiful journey’s we took together. How we were fearless in the face of the finite.
So I live in this way that when I die, maybe ill have a life worthy of smiling about, that maybe ill have a few folks who are with me at the end, wether in memory or flesh.
I want to die slow When I go It will be with those whose soul i’ve seen And been seen by They will walk with me Into the dark
-MackieTVM