In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Loving Memory.”
“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones.
A legacy is etched into the minds of others
and the stories they share about you.” ― Shannon L. Alder
To Remember Me — Robert N. Test
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise,
a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart
has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car,
so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine
to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body
and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that,
someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat
and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes
to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness
and all prejudice against my fellow-man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with
a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
For Whom I Am
For Whom I Love
Hazel Grace & Augustus Waters
Campbell “Cam” Saunders
Jesus Christ (always)