I hope when I die I am mourned more by the poor than by the rich.
I hope my coffin is carried by friends and not by soldiers.
I hope the clocks keep chiming for the world only spins forwards.
I hope that money is not wasted on my obsequies which could be better spent on doing good.
I hope that an Easter mass is celebrated not state-sanctioned pomp and pride.
What wise stuff!
How wonderful it sounds – no- one to cook for etc, just pleasing yourself. I’ll take a leaf out of your book & set aside a day when Andrew & I can do this with a slight alteration so 2 of us can do it.
To be with yourself at Christmas is one of those things that most people avoid. Probably because they have been told that they must be with family, friends. Otherwise they are people who have no families etc. I’m not sure what I will do yet. Going to stay with my mum and brother is OK. What I don’t like is the food, overcooked or cold or something. Anyway will post afterwards, might be just was alone. Possibly arrested for attacking someone. 😊
Inspirational writing! Love it, and its just what I’ve done for Christmas. Wishing you all a Blessed Christmas
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