Apparently, this is what I insisted when, fully clothed, I climbed into the paddling pool in my Auntie Sue's back garden. I must have been about 3 at the time.
I will always be able to hear her voice, retelling the story and laughing. It's memories of my early childhood, spent with Sue and my cousins Katie and Lucy, that I will always think of when I read this:
She is gone
You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.