Luc Fleurent

1976-1996

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PLEASE, DO NOT CALL THIS MY DEATH BED,
LET IT BE CALLED THE BED OF LIFE,
AND LET MY BODY BE TAKEN FROM IT TO HELP
OTHERS LEAD FULLER LIVES.

I GIVE MY HEART TO A PERSON WHOSE OWN HEART HAS CAUSED
NOTHING BUT ENDLESS DAYS OF PAIN.
I GIVE MY KIDNEYS TO ONE WHO DEPENDS ON A MACHINE
TO EXIST FROM WEEK TO WEEK.
I GIVE MY BLOOD TO A TEENAGER WHO WAS PULLED FROM THE WRECKAGE OF
HIS CAR, SO THAT HE MIGHT LIVE TO SEE HIS GRANDCHILDREN PLAY.
AND TAKE MY BONES, EVERY MUSCLE, EVERY FIBER AND NERVE IN MY
BODY AND FIND A WAY TO MAKE A CRIPPLED CHILD WALK.

IF YOU MUST BURY SOMETHING, LET IT BE MY FAULTS, MY WEAKNESSES,
AND ALL MY PREJUDICE AGAINST MY FELLOW MAN.

GIVE MY SINS TO THE DEVIL, GIVE MY SOUL TO GOD.

AND IF BY CHANCE YOU WISH TO REMEMBER ME,
DO IT WITH A KIND DEED OR WORD TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS YOU.

WHEN YOU CRY, I WILL BE IN YOUR HEARTS,
WHEN YOU LAUGH, I WILL BE IN YOUR HEARTS,
WHEN YOU HURT, I WILL BE IN YOUR HEARTS.

THINK OF ME STILL THE SAME, I AM NOT DEAD, I AM JUST AWAY.
FOR MY SAKE, YOU MUST NOT ACHE.
YOU MUST BE STRONG, AND CARRY ON.
LITTLE BY LITTLE, TIME WILL PASS.
YOU WILL LEARN TO LET GO, AND MY MEMORY WILL ALWAYS LAST.

IF YOU DO SOME THAT I HAVE ASKED, I WILL LIVE FOREVER.

By Lynn and Marlene LeBrasseur (adapted from Robert Test's poem, To Remember Me.)

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