Journal reflections

I've had some time away and in that time I've been reflecting and reading journal entries from years ago. After being with several people who had died over a short period of Tim I wrote this entry and still think this is how I old prefer to di if the choice were mine: When I die.....when I die....I want the angels to sing to me as they take me home.  When I die I want to be surrounded by those who wish me well on my journey while we weep for our parting and rejoice for the time we have shared. When I die I want my well wishers to sing...even if they don't think they sing well, to sing me to the hands of God.  For I know that then I am not alone and riding on the hymns of the divine.