I know I'm going to die one day. I can't live forever. And when I die, I think I want to be cremated. When you're buried, you have you kids and family come visit, but when they die, the next generation will never come. They won't know me. Just know of me. Maybe. I'll just be bones, inside a box, under the ground. And when people walk by, to visit their loved ones who have past, they might glance at my headstone. Maybe they'll wonder how I died so young or how I lived so long. But they'll never know me. And that's not good enough. I just want my memory to live with the people I loved and cared the most for. Wether that's my parents, or my husband, or my kids. As long as I my body is burned into ashes, and I'm put inside a necklace or a box for my loved ones to cherish, then I'll be happy. And when they're gone, I don't care what happens to the ashes. Because then they will be with me.
