Funeral

Pleasant autumn night, winds passing by. A house full of beloved friends and lights. Pajama party in the middle of a night, where all are dressed comfortably and holding a pillow or two. Say You Won’t Let Go is playing in the background, and those that are invited are arriving as time passes by. Glass of wine, fruit punch, cocktail... all that you want are set on the table along with savories. Lights are lit throughout the garden, making a cozy atmosphere just good enough for a movie night.

 Some might be asking what the party is for - since they've been sent invitations to this party without being notified what it was to celebrate. Maybe there might be people asking where I am - anyways, it's my friend group who's all invited. Probably the only connection between all of them is my existence. And tada - while opening the champagne, someone might announce the reason why.

Happy death day.

Whatever their reactions may be, that's it. It's for my funeral. Happy death day, fellows. Surprise. Haha. Knew this was going to be good. Totally unexpected, right? Gotcha. 

Hey guys. It's me. Just wanted to say hello before it got way too late. It has been long since I’ve heard from all of you. Well it’s my funeral, and I just wanted to see you all hanging around in my garden for one last time. You all know how much I longed for this moment, don’t you? I am now free – so I plea, for you all to not cry or be agonized with pain. As I’ve said before in our good old school days, I didn’t stay here very long – well long enough, but yeah. Frankly speaking, I decided not to let anyone know about my death. I wanted something quiet – unnoticed, in fact.

You know how much I liked the wind. How I appreciated its free spirit – how it always stood by our side, tickling our heart.

How it disappears in all of a sudden.

       It’s been five years since my death. Don’t be mad – it has been my last request. Well it’s way better than not telling it forever, don’t you think? I just thought that five years might be enough for my family to manage all the pain and hold the funeral, just the way I wanted it to be. I don’t want this to be gloomy or somber. As we have lived in our earlier days, in the most beautiful days, I wanted this to be some other mundane issue, not to be something serious or to be talked about. Blame me as much as you want if it’s me being too selfish, but hey. It only comes once. Death.

       I don’t have much to leave behind. I’ve spent most of my savings for my one month backpacking trip to South America. It was on my bucketlist – to go to Brazil and actually participate in the carnival. I was diagnosed of cancer, and my doctor told me my days were almost over. That’s when I decided to go. See the polaroid photos on the wall – I believe I’ve made a photo wall to remind myself of the good memories. Second row, in the very right corner. There. Yes, that’s me smiling.

       Please don’t be mad – at least I’ve brought something back from my trip. Photocards! Just kidding. After you spend your night here watching movies and playing games, you’ll get something small. Nothing big – only a letter to each of you and something that suits you well. You might be asking where my body is – well, the fact, is, I don’t exactly know. I wanted my body to be burnt and ashes scattered in a nearby sea. So don’t even dare to place a flower on my grave, haha.

       You know, I’ve always been afraid of deep, sincere relationships. To tell the truth, you all were pretty special. Came into my borders, destroyed them, and gave warmth. Sorry if this news had saddened you. Sorry if you were hurt. And sorry, that I will still ask you to forget and live another day that is just the same as it has been before.

Lots of hugs and kisses – lots of love.