When my life has ended here on earth and I have been cremated, I ask that my ashes be placed into a plot of ground and a colorful rose bush be planted to cover me. Then as I become one with nature once again, my blossoms will portray the good times I have had, my colors will portray the beauty I have seen. Rain will replace my tears in life and restore my soil with cleansing. Let the wind blow the trauma from upon my branches that weighed heavily upon my shoulders in life. Le my blooms stay upon the branches to portray my steadfast love to be a reason for existence. Let the beautiful butterflies be happy that I am there for them.
Think of me when you see a butterfly land upon my branches, and know that I am happy!
by Edie Holdgrafer January 26, 1998
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