I’d like the memory of me, to be a happy one. I’d like to leave an afterglow. Of smiles when day is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy times and laughing times.And bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun of happy memories I leave. Behind – when day is done. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done