Since my Birthday is approaching, one of my goals was to have all my affairs in order by that date. (I don’t necessarily plan to die on my birthday but it seems like a good goal.
I told my older daughter:
“At my memorial service, I would like you to read the Native American Legend of the White and Black Woolves who live in each of us, and it’s the one we feed that lives. I also would like someone to sing Amazing Grace.”
“Okay,” she said, but would you remind me?”