I have no intentions of hanging around my grave after I die; however, the specifics of the transition are hazy at best, and nothing is written in stone… yet. Just in case, here are my instructions:
bury me
on a grassy knoll
overlooking a lake
to the east,
so the rising sun
may warm my bones,
and i may
rest in peace
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Love this….me, too. Going down to 23 degrees tomorrow night! It’s 73 right now! Saw a tombstone once that said, “Told you I was sick!” Makes me laugh every time. Enjoy wandering!
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That is funny, strangely enough! Thank you!
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Lovely, poetic and a reasonable request from the perspective of the physical, Michael. I do wish more of the dearly departed would stop being ‘hangabouts’ and see the Light. 💙🙏💜
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I hear you, Shelley! Thanks!
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Sounds like the perfect spot, Michael. Reminds me of the Willy Nelson song, Propl Me Up Beside the Jukebox When I Did!
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That might be even better! Thank you, Dwight.
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Ha ha!!
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