When I was alive I thought that a sunny morning tasted like coconut. When I was alive I worked hard for my dreams and never compromised. I was an accountant.

I had a wonderful family. My wife was a nurse and both my daughters were involved in communities at their schools.

I was a member of the PTA .

I always wished I could be a musician but I never could carry a tune. That childish fear of the dark followed me through many years and my wife was the one to check for monsters in the closet.

Some will tell you I was bland, that I didn’t take chances, that I worked too many hours and perhaps I wasn’t genuine. They will tell you my life was so scripted, that my love wasn’t deep enough. And…and perhaps they are correct. Perhaps I made mistakes. Perhaps I didn’t love hard enough, didn’t hang on to what I needed to. Maybe I stared at the greener grass but never jumped the fence.

I wonder if it will all change now. If maybe I will seize opportunity. I wonder if it will change now that I am dead.