To Remember Me

To Remember Me…

 

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with living and the dying.

At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has eased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instil artificial life into my body by the use of a machine.

And don’t call this my death bed.  Let it be called the Bed of Life and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or 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 the teenager who was 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 fibre 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 the rain against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the wind to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury some things, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellowmen.

Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God.

If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I asked…I will live FOREVER!

 

By: Robert N. Test (Reader ‘s Digest)

September 1978

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