I’ve had this idea.
But it’s a little morbid so bear with me.
For my funeral, instead of hosting a funeral I want my family to host a party.
Because that’s the best way I can think of celebrating my life.
With a final red-themed party.
I want them to send out red invitations in red envelopes to Michelle’s Red Hot Mama party.
However old I am when I pass.
We’re gonna call it a Red Hot Mama party and it’ll take place at Burning Man where they can take my pictures to the temple and celebrate my life.
The way I would.
With song and dance.
Food and drink.
And I’m writing it here, just because I need to write it SOMEWHERE that I want my kids to be there.
Yes, at Burning Man.
My final gift to them.
A trip to the Black Rock Desert during August and September to celebrate their mom’s life in the place that meant the most to me.
Nice, eh?
I much prefer a party as a celebration of life event. Those are not exactly a celebration. You have a GREAT idea, Michelle.
I love it. I have been thinking about my memorial playlist for years. I think a celebration befits your essence much better than a sad memorial.
Oh, a playlist! That’s a good one!