Dreaming of Death

I dreamed I died, my usable organs were donated, and the rest of me was fed to the birds.

I requested before I died, those who received my organs would gather once a year to celebrate my daughter's birthday.

I dreamed pieces of my flesh were sent out to wildlife sanctuaries around the world. 

I dreamed each year, I could see my daughter with my eyes and she could feel my love surrounding her. 

I dreamed I soared with eagles, dove into the sea with the ospreys, and traveled the world in ecstasy. 

Gradually, I felt myself fading away into the darkness. 

My daughter's birthday came again. I lived in her smile and warmth. Like a brilliant sun, she brought life back to the surface. My essence swirled around her, through her. She became my home. I lived in her joy, in her peace I rested.

Trees grew from the soil marked with remnants of my flesh, I felt the sun on their leaves, and I felt the cool rich soil bathing their roots. I felt myself in rivers flowing free and wild, splashing the rocks, swirling around fish. I felt myself in the ocean lying beneath the open sky gazing up into its endless wonder, I felt the secrets stored deep within moving, waking up. 

My essence spread, expanded, and grew until life the greatest miracle rested within me. 

I became happiness. I became joy. 

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