You ever think about what would happen to you once you pass away? Like how would your loved ones go on and how would they react towards it?

I know I shouldn’t think of it too much because it’s dark and probably a little weird, but I constantly wonder what would be written on my tombstone. What would be told about me? How would I be remembered? How quickly would they fill my spot at work and how awkward must that be for that next person? Would those people that hardly ever spoke to me act like they knew me better than they actually did? How would my best friend’s react to those people? I’ve always thought about writing a “last letter” just so someone can read it at my last services. Because I’m so extra, I’d want them to print that out for everyone else too. I’d want my services to be more Mexican than ever. I’d want to have music playing. Not all sad music though. I’d want my favorite songs to be played too. Aside from that I’d want, “Los Caminos de la Vida” played over everything.

Now that I think of it, I think this is how my last letter would sound more or less like.

Hi everyone. Crazy times, huh? I know you’re probably a little bit sad right now, but cheer up. I’m probably chilling with each of you and waiting for you to stub your big toe against a chair or maybe just sticking around to see someone else bump into a pole while they aren’t looking. Just because. Anyways, in all seriousness I guess I can begin. I should start by stating that I always thought I would die at a young age. I don’t think that was the case because of anything bad, I guess it’s just a feeling I always had. Don’t get me wrong, as I write this I still don’t want to die at a young age. I just don’t feel scared if it happens. If it was meant to happen, then it’s meant to happen. Life goes on. One of my most commonly used phrases for everything is, “it is what it is” and quite frankly, it’s the truth. I don’t want to take up too much more time, so let me start wrapping this up. I don’t believe in making your life pause for anything sad. Sad things happen, and that’s okay. It makes those happy things THAT much better. So cherish those happy things and hug them tight. As I write this, one of my biggest goals has been to put a smile on as many people’s faces as possible. I hope to continue that work throughout everyone I come in contact with. That’s the best chain reaction I could ask for.

If I could write that and put it in my back pocket just in case, I probably would, but who am I to be putting out those thoughts into the universe (after I write about death, lol).

I guess I don’t know what happens when we die. I just hope that I keep living through what my goal ultimately is everytime I visit which is to make home (Earth) a better place just by my actions. My intention is not to be a downer and touch on this sad topic, but to make sure I (and you, the reader) understand that death is something I won’t be able to escape whether it’s in 22 years, in 10 years, or in 100 years. I just know it’s going to happen eventually. I’m okay with it and I think the more okay we are with it, the more it could motivate us to do what we need to do with our lives while we still have the chance.