When I die, give what's left of me to the children 
and the old men that want to die.
   And if you want to cry, cry for your brother
walking in the street beside you.
     And when you need me, put your arms around someone wanting to be held and give them what you need to give me.

Look for me, in the people I have loved.
And if you cannot give me away at least let me 
live less in the anguish of your heart 
than in the sparkle of your eyes.
You can love me most by letting hands touch hands, 
and letting go of what needs to be free.
Love does not die....people do....
so when all that's left of me is love, give me away.
I'll see you at home in heaven..

   ~Author Unknown~