"On the Road" with the San Diego Highwayman aka Thomas Weller

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When I am gone

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints upon the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there I did not die.
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by use of a machine. And don't call this my "deathbed".  Call it my "bed of life," and let my body be taken from it to help others live fuller lives.
Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or the love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to a teenager who has been pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary; and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds @ the Mt. Laguna meadows where I've had so much enjoyment of my life, enriching mine, my childern's and many other's childern's lives playing in the snow -- and to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults and weaknesses.
Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind word or deed to someone who needs one.

DO what you CAN! -- The woods would be silent if only those birds sang that sang the best! 

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