On the Death of a Friend

Today,I bid goodbye to a very dear friend.

She'd always wanted a bouquet of her favourite Lilies of the Valley as a goodbye gift. I can see the satisfactory smile on her face as i put these next to her.
What do you say of a 20 year old girl who died? That she was brilliant? And always wore a smile on her face? That she loved the beach and the rain. And music. That there's so much to say you don't know where to begin?

That as she writes this about herself all she is reminded of is Teddy admonishing Amy in Little Women.Remember when she is so fed up at Aunt March's that she makes her will? She hates herself for it later when Teddy reminds her how bravely Beth is fighting scarlet fever.

I am not fed up of this life...hell,no. There are waters I haven't sailed, shores I haven't reached,things I haven't learned...Dreams I haven't realised.

But every true Sailor has a log and as I flip through,right now, the pages of my log spread over 20 years(soon to be 21), I wonder what is of note? If I were to die tomorrow..how would people remember me? Would anyone miss me?

Sadly, the answer is available only after the event. I hope someone does miss me.I can't ask people to think of me in such and such terms but please, anyone who's read and been influenced by Dickens'"Great Expectations", recall Joe's epitaph for his father. Please be gentle. Please try to earnestly say the same of me.
"Whatsume'er the failings on her part,remember reader she was that good in her heart"