My Eulogy

Upon my death, remember me not by the dates
of birth and death in stone carved.
Rather remember my life's story;
its' successes, its' failures, its' humanity.

Let my body to earth quickly return;
its' ashes spread upon the land it loved,
Among the trees, amid the plants, upon the sand
it called home, -- Stepping Stones.

Mourn not the passing of yet another
form of life called Sandra; but
Rejoice in a renewal of life as though
the passing of winter into spring.