Dear Aunty Janet, this is the poem I was going to read at your funeral. Miss you. Because You Have Lived. To laugh often and much. To win the respect of intelligent people, and the affection of children. To earn the appreciation of honest critics. To appreciate beauty. To find the best in others. To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, or a garden patch. To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.