Please don’t mourn me. Celebrate our shared memories. Have me cremated and share my ashes among you. Plant lavender in a field and dedicate it to me. Sing a song that reminds you of me. Write a poem. Find a crystal or postcard that makes you think of me, keep it somewhere you see it every day. Visit the ocean and get lost under the waves. Get a tattoo in my honor. Find a beach and stare into the horizon. Sit next to a river and skip stones. Get into spooky season. Fall in love with autumn. Don’t dig a grave for me - I don’t want to be laid to rest in the cold ground. Get lost in the woods barefoot. Think of me when you see a rainbow. Dance in the rain. Go listen to the songs of the mountains. When you go through my things, keep something of mine. Hang wind chimes - the first chime from a stray breeze in the morning is me saying hello. Resurrect me with the stories you tell about me. Whisper my name like a prayer when you miss me. Ask Loki or Lilith how I am doing in my afterlife. Have a bonfire and dance with my ghost personified through the smoke. Have birthday cake on my birthday and blow out all the candles. Hold a séance, using candles, crystals, incense, and shiny things. Don’t forget me, but for the love of all that’s holy, let me go.
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