Ladder to the Moon

I would like to climb a ladder to the moon
And gather all the stars away.
I'd put them in a mason jar
And give them to you for your birthday.
And if you were too far from me,
I would walk across the ocean 'til I'm blue
Just so that I would be next to you.
I would like to dance like sunbeams
So that when you see me
You'd be just as amazed as clouds
After a rainstorm.
And I would like to bend like a rainbow
So I could crown your beautiful head,
And I wish that I could be your sunshine
So that you would always have a need for me
Like I have a need for you.

Thoughts About Death and Dying

I have always known about death, it seems.  Death has always been a part of my life.  My pets died.  My grandparents died.  My brother was suicidal until this year when his girlfriend got pregnant with their son.

Death doesn't scare me.  What scares me even more about dying than not knowing what happens afterward is the thought that I may not be remembered.  I fear that I have not, that I will not leave a big enough impact on this world for someone, anyone, to find me worth remembering, worth telling their children about.

Death is inevitable.  Why would I worry about it except to contemplate the how and when?  I would rather live my life than fear its end.  I accept my mortality.  I plan do more, be more.  Because I fear not death, but a silent funeral home.