If you attend my funeral, please wear red.
Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don’t let the undertaker make me look ridiculous.
I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling.
All that will be great once I’m gone from this Earth.
But, while I’m here, give me my flowers while I live.
It has come to my attention lately that we don’t “give people their flowers” until it’s too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I’m changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them.
This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it’s about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing.
Family counts. The rest is just gravy.