When I’m gone, let my memories scatter like falling leaves, each one a fleeting moment drifting gracefully in the wind. Let laughter echo like the final notes of a song, soft yet filled with warmth that lingers. Collect the small acts of love, the laughter that bubbled up in quiet rooms, and the silences that spoke volumes. Hold these moments close, pressed like flowers in a cherished book—delicate, yet enduring. Remember me as someone who cherished the simple beauty of each passing moment, like morning light slipping through curtains, with memories gradually fading yet never forgotten.
