I guess I should have a blog.....

Following Directions

She went to the funeral home alone, and chose the room, the flowers, the music
She selected the vessel, and the inscription we were to remember her by.
She visited the restaurant, and told the owner about the party for her sister.
She wrote a letter to her financial planner, giving him instructions.
She gave me a two page list, going over it twice, making sure I understood.

Then, the cancer began its final push towards death, and she surrendered.

We all followed directions - played our roles, just as she told us to.


She didn’t tell me to cry for her.

So I haven't.