I suppose, this is it. This is the end. My final chapter. Life has let me go. Time has given up. What a strange feeling, to be on the verge of death. It sounds contradictory, worrisome even, but I've never felt more alive.

When I'm gone, remember me, but not too often.

Remember me when you catch a sunset, or see a planet in the sky. Remember me when you sip an iced coffee, or feel a strong embrace. Remember me by the scent of the ocean, or the sweetness of a lilac.

Think of me fondly, without much regret.

My life has come to a standstill in the never-ending cycle of birth and death. I have run my course. I have finished the race.

My time has come to say farewell.

Remember me, as I fade into oblivion.