I am a gypsy.
I have often wondered what would happen to my body when I died.
I know what will happen to this old soul of mine. I will float. And do interesting things to my friends and children to let them know I am still around.
I don’t want to be put in the ground. I never have.
Once I considered making my ashes into 3 one-carat diamonds so each of my children could have me to wear.
But they each assured me this was creepy.
Yesterday, oldest peep let me listen to this song.
Naked As We Came.
Now I know.
I have lived my life on Barkley Street and I have finally found the place I will be living when I die.
This is where I will be…not wasted…but spread around the yard.