Chapter 1
Don’t bury me. I am not meant for boxes or darkness under soil.
Burn this body — not to erase me, but to release me.
Pour me into fire so I remember light.
Place my ashes in black and white — Mother. Devil. God. All the forces that shaped me.
Then return me to the elements.
Let water carry me, let waves whisper my name until the ocean learns to say Abigeal.
Bury part of me with a seed — so when the tree rises, beauty grows from my dust and people say, “Something about this tree feels alive.”
Release the rest to the wind — so every breeze is my breath passing through the world again.
Death did not come to me. It happened for me.
Whenever fire burns — I am there. Whenever wind moves — I am calling. Whenever waves rise and fall — they are speaking my name.
Step on the earth — you step on me, not because I died, but because I became everything.
Don’t bury me. I am not meant for boxes or darkness under soil.
Burn this body — not to erase me, but to release me.
Pour me into fire so I remember light.
Place my ashes in black and white — Mother. Devil. God. All the forces that shaped me.
Then return me to the elements.
Let water carry me, let waves whisper my name until the ocean learns to say Abigeal.
Bury part of me with a seed — so when the tree rises, beauty grows from my dust and people say, “Something about this tree feels alive.”
Release the rest to the wind — so every breeze is my breath passing through the world again.
Death did not come to me. It happened for me.
Whenever fire burns — I am there. Whenever wind moves — I am calling. Whenever waves rise and fall — they are speaking my name.
Step on the earth — you step on me, not because I died, but because I became everything.
Do not bury me. I am not gone. I am living — everywhere.
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