If I die young
If I die young,
bury me in satin,
lay me down on a bed of roses.
Sink me in the river at dawn,
send me away with the words of a love song.
Her favorite song. If I die young.
She always said that the first 5 lines were about her.
She always seemed to know that she would die young.
Leukemia.
It was what stole my wife.
My best friend.
My soul mate.
The mother to my children.
My Nina.
I respected her wishes.
The ceremony was small and intimate.
It was the Anubis residents and her Gran.
No one else.
She was dressed in a beautiful satin gown.
The bottom of her casket was lined with white and red roses.
At dawn, we took a boat down a quiet river and said our goodbyes.
When we reached the burial grounds, I took out my guitar.
I played a love song as we all cried over our tragic loss.
I love you, my Nina.
If I die young,
bury me in satin,
lay me down on a bed of roses.
Sink me in the river at dawn,
send me away with the words of a love song.