Lie About Me

Will they lie about me after I am dead? I do hope so. Some will tell how horrible I was, some will tell how wonderful. I hope someone has the warmest memory of how I did this or that for them, I do. I hope someone might really feel me though I am gone. But, right now, I just hope someone remembers me, a smile, a kind word, maybe even my voice. I hope every word, every emotion is true for them. I do not wish for tears, but smiles, a celebration of life, though it is small.

I do so hope they lie about me after I am dead.