“After I’m gone, I want to leave behind my memory. I want the dead leaves during fall to crack like my heart did long ago. I want the snow throughout the dreary winter months to float aimlessly onto the ground and to whisper my words. I want the spring rain to pour like my tears did and the birds to sing for me. I want the summer air to blow through fields of dandelions and help the world’s wishes to come true. I want to be remembered everyday that I’m up in heaven if God allows it…”

Elizabeth Heller

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