Afterward

Let no one pay me honor with tears,

nor celebrate by funeral rites with weeping.
-Quintas Ennius

Say not in grief that he is no more, 

but live in thankfulness that he was.

-Anonymous

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-souls.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
-Walt Whitman

The day we die
the wind comes down
to take away
our footprints.

The wind makes dust
to cover up
the marks we left
while walking.

For otherwise
the thing would seem
as if we were
still living.

Therefore the wind
is he who comes
to blow away 

our footprints.
-Southern Bushman's Song