Burial

Bury me in an unmarked grave—the burial of my ancestors. For they are not remembered by a gravestone etched with names and dates, but immortalized by trees bursting through the earth of southern fields—forever reaching towards the heavens. Immortalize me, too.

Bury me in an unmarked grave—the burial of my ancestors. Make it shallow, that I may burst from the earth when the heavens open up. Leave shells at my grave, that the gentle waves of the Caribbean Sea may find me and one day reclaim me.

Bury me in an unmarked grave—the burial of my ancestors. Do not write my name in stone, nor engrave the first and final days of this life therein. Instead, place me on your altar beside those who came before me. Light a candle for me. Whisper my name. Tell my story. Immortalize me. That I may live again through the breeze that blows through autumnal leaves, and the wave that crashes against the shores. That I may exist forever more with those who came before.