I've always hated graveyards. Now that I'm dead I like them even less. Don't get me wrong, its a nice plot; my husband brings me flowers every few days. Red roses, blue violets, lilacs. I would have liked to see some white lillies or sunflowers like my mother grows in her garden back home in Pallet Twon. But you can't have everything. I tried and look where this got me.
If I was a bitter person, I would look back on my life and see what lead me to my permentent rest. But I'm not. I'm pretty okay with being dead. I know I was placed on this earth for a reason. I know I died for a bigger reason. Most of all, I know that love will never die. And the love that I left behind will be immortal. My name is Blue. I died doing something wonderful and something I never thought I could do. I will be happy forever in eternity knowing I was able to leave behind some magic. I owe of all this to a man named Red.
If I was a bitter person, I would look back on my life and see what lead me to my permentent rest. But I'm not. I'm pretty okay with being dead. I know I was placed on this earth for a reason. I know I died for a bigger reason. Most of all, I know that love will never die. And the love that I left behind will be immortal. My name is Blue. I died doing something wonderful and something I never thought I could do. I will be happy forever in eternity knowing I was able to leave behind some magic. I owe of all this to a man named Red.