TwinklingStar Laydee's blog: "just notes of interest"

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet, neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress. Located in a hospital

busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain as ceased to function and 

for all practical purposes, my life as stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to install artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed.

Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person 

whose own heart has cause nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to a teenager who was pulled from the wreckage

 of their car so that they may see their grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one that depends upon a machine to exist. Take my

bones, every nerve and muscle in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the

crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left and scatter my ashes to the winds to

help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudices against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil and my soul to God. If by chance, you wish  to remember me, do it with a kind word to someone that need

you. If you do all that I have asked, I will live forever.