I want people to dance when I die.

I decided last night that I want my funeral to be like they are here.

Here, instead of a somber, remorseful event of what the person could have been, it is a reflective celebration of what the person has done. You dance. You drink. You eat pounded yams.

When I die, I want people to know that I laughed at every chance I got, I went wherever I could go and I loved more than I thought was possible. I tried to live life as much as I could. And for that, I would regret nothing.

At my funeral, I want people to celebrate what I was able to do instead of what I didn’t.