Self-destructive in ways you never imagined.

It's amazing what one will find with a little bit of cleaning...

a note, circa 2003, from my (very messy) desk

"open this if I die"

I want Carah to sing at my funeral. I want Claire and Whitney to dance. I don't want anybody to wear black, and I want people to smile. I want there to be balloons instead of flowers. Except for lilies. I want to have lilies at my funeral. I want people to forget all of the difficult times and just be happy remembering all the times we laughed and laughed and laughed. I want my photographs to be put in a photo album. All of them, not just the good ones. I want people to walk barefoot. I want them to remember my voice.