At my funeral, I want no one to see me. Just a rectangular Box holding what they thought they knew.
A happy wondrous girl.
A girl that loves them very much.
A girl that would do anything for her family.
A girl that while writing this, can't bare to picture the confusion on her nieces and nephews faces as her big sister try to explain to them why they don't see Tinzy anymore.
A girl that has so much love in her heart for the simplicity life handed her.
A girl that isn't strong, but head strong.
A girl that cares...for everything. Fine arts and beauty. Friends and family. Cared about opinions and reasons.
A girl that wanted nothing but good in the world.
A girl that misunderstood even the most simplest things.
A girl on search for answers. Fascinated with poetry and colors.
A girl that loves smiles and the smell of Christmas.
A girl that isn't afraid to say she loved the rainy days more than the sunny ones.
I want everyone to see a box full of someone they didn't truly know.
But wish they did.
Sometimes you have to dig six feet before you find out the truth.
Romans I.IX
" God, whom I serve in my spirit in preaching the gospel of his Son, is my witness how constantly I remember you."
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