May 31, 2015
You left the earth at 35 years
Starting in 2014, a girl you'd never know would stand at your grave
She married a grandson you never knew
It strikes her as profound that someone who died at 35 so long ago
still has young people paying respects.
When does it end?
I still feel so incredibly immortal.
It will never be me.
But when it is…who will come?
People are connected in ways I could never imagine.
When will it run out?
Eventually the line ends.
So what's the point of being buried?
Where would I like to go when it's time?
Is there a reason to save me?
I don't like any of my options.
I'd rather dissipate then lay low preserved, or face the flames.
When I tell my husband this, he says, he'll decide for me.
"We're going to be buried."
Suddenly it's all okay. He'll be in the earth with me.
And I'm comforted,
and it strikes me as the most romantic thing I've ever heard.
I want to freeze time,
and I'm more sure than ever that one human lifetime with him
is not nearly enough.
Only eternity will do.