When I die...

Say that I was kind. That I was honest. That I was imperfect. Say that I tried my best to care for those I loved even at my own expense. Say that I always tried to see everyone's goodness even when the signs were evident that they were not. When I die, say that I did not always say what I felt, but my face certainly did. Admit that this was a toxic trait because it led me to be passive aggressive. Say that I should have been stronger, made better decisions when it came to money, to love, to making friendships. Agree that I allowed my heart to rule my emotions, when my head would have clearly led me down a better path. Tell everyone that I put my heart and soul into everything, even when it broke me. Say that I was a mama's girl but also that I loved my father. Agree that losing my father must have destroyed me to some extent. Say that I was always the girl who never sat down at a party as I was always running around making sure everyone else was fine. Say that I believed in God even though my church going skills needed practice, but hey, the Bible on my work desk with coloured in passages must mean that I had Christ in my heart right? Agree that I was always worrying, often over things that did not even happen but this was something I was working on. Agree that I worked hard, that sometimes I should have given myself a break. Agree that I gave excellent advice but I did not always follow it. Say that I was a good friend, a good sister, a good daughter, imperfect, flawed, scared, unsure but always present.