When I die, give what’s left of me away
to children and old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
cry for your brother walking the street beside you.
And when you need me, put your arms around anyone
and give them what you need to give me.
I want to leave you something,
something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I have known or loved,
and if you cannot give me away,
at least let me live in your eyes and not in your mind.
You can love me best by letting hands touch hands,
and by letting go of children that need to be free.
Love doesn’t die, people do.
So when all that’s left of me is love,
give me away.
– Epitaph By Merrit Malloy
In celebration of the life of Elizabeth Scott Hankins . . . Libby
June 16, 1993 – March 17, 2017