everything I can't say out loud

eulogy

   4/10/16

   everybody dies, i suppose. I'm going to die, you're going to die, my parents are going to die, your parents are going to die, even my kitty is going to die. but when people die, they aren't completely gone. the memories, the laughs, the life changing moments, and the person they were will always live on for as long as you let it. I think that everybody gets remembered.

   when I die, this is how I want to be remembered. remember my eyes. remember how they were this radiant mixture of blue, green, and gold. remember my thick hair and how I could never tame it, no matter how hard I tried. remember my body and how I always carried a little bit of extra weight. remember my crooked smile. remember the little freckles that started on my nose and waterfalled down onto my cheeks. remember my personality. remember how passionate I was about the things and the people that I loved. remember my hopes and my dreams to make an impact on the world.

   I want you to remember everything about me, even the bad parts. remember the parts that you really didn't like about me. remember how I could be extremely attention seeking. remember the times when I could be a little bit cynical. remember my foul mouth. remember how I could sometimes be mean and rude to people, even when I didn't have a good reason to be. remember how loud and obnoxious I was. remember the dirty jokes that I would make. please remember how funny I was (because come on, you and I both know that I was pretty damn funny).

   remember my passion for art. I loved arts of all kinds. remember my love for coffee in the morning (always with a lot of cream). remember my low points. remember the times when I was struggling and and when I didn't really want to live. remember the sounds of my sobs. remember the look on my face when i was sad or disappointed about something. but please, remember what it was like when I was happy. remember my smile and my loud, loud laugh. remember the things that made me happy.

   remember my favorite songs, the ones that I would often play in the car. remember the paintings that I would make. remember my photographs. remember the hatred that I had for photographs of myself. remember my favorite places to go, like that tree right outside of that pizza place or the beach that my family stayed at when I was fourteen. remember the words that I wrote, even if you weren't a fan of all of them (if any of them). remember how much I liked to take bubble baths. remember the times when I looked beautiful, if there was ever a time when you found me beautiful.

   remember it all. remember me. remember your favorite moments with me, as well as your least favorite. remember everything that I was, and that will be the last thing that I ever ask of you.

   to simply remember me.

-caroline grace

this was a journal entry that I wrote a few months ago. I hope you liked it, be sure to tell me what you think. ❤️