When I die take me home, to cold mountain air and songs that sing through the pines. Take me home, to a wide open sky and crisp freshly fallen snow. Spread my ashes across a high range and let me blow in the wind. Take me home so I can join the deer and elk in their migrations.
Take me home to join the circle again.
Losing my father in law yesterday was hard, but I am relived to know that he died at home in his town with his family around him. I feel comforted that he was at Peace.
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