My funeral

Sometimes I try to imagine my funeral.
Who would be there? Just some people I know, or all?
Who would cry if my life is taken away?
Who would want me to stay?
Who wishes I could be with them a little more?
Who would ask himself, how I died and what for?
Who would feel devastated?
Who would feel liberated?
Just know that I will watch upon you.
I will see and help you in all you do.
I don’t know how many,
But for the people who feel any...
Keep fighting the pain, with the finest memories in your brain.
Keep thinking of our best moment.
Don’t tell me it hurts too much. Don’t tell me you can’t.
You will know what I meant, when my life came to an end.