At my funeral I don't want the best of words to come out about me, instead I want the truth. I will hope that they remember me as a warming and energetic young lady. I want them to remember my sincere and honesty advice in situations. The warming and random hugs and beautiful compliments. My curiosity and one hundred million of questions about asking how you are. I want them to always say that I was a very cheerful person and very funny and a great humor. The girl who would invite you to a lunch, dinner, breakfast just because it was Tuesday. The young lady who always was up for anything and always was up for something. The girl who was quiet but kept her music inside.
I only wish for the honest truth without a piece of exaggeration!
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