[ WP ] Write a eulogy for yourself . Then at the end , write what is written on your tombstone .

There was n't anything she hated more than being honest with herself, despite what the therapist told her. She suffered from depression for most of her life, and she fought back with a hearty, `` Fuck you! You ca n't tell me what to do!'' If anyone pointed out that trying to intimidate chemical imbalances with loud voices and rude gestures, they were ignored. 
 
 She loved her child deeply. So deeply that she had yet to find the event horizon of that love. Hopefully, in her last moments, she did. She also loved her immediate family, and husband, but they were not the tiny, chaotic tornado of sunshine rampaging through the house like a cheerful Ghengis Khan. 
 
 She loved many men, but fell out of love with all of them. It was never them, it was always her. She should have stuck with cats. 
 
 Aayin ( 19XX-20XX ) 
 
 I went back to the stars. I'll be waiting for you. 

