strong, beautiful, perceptive, sexy... one of a kind
And that is how Wisteria Lane came to be my final resting place. My ashes were spread over grass I had once walked on, beneath trees that had once given me shade, on top of roses I once admired and beside fences I once gossiped over. And after my friends had finished saying goodbye a wind came along and took what was left of me into the air. As I looked down on the world, I began to let go of it. I let go of white picket fences and cars in driveways, coffee cups and vacuum cleaners. I let go of all those things, which seem so ordinary, but when you put them together they make up a life. Life, that really was one of a kind. I'll tell you something – it's not hard to die, when you know you have lived. And I did. Oh, how I lived!