When it’s my turn to take my 2 year old to daycare, we drive by the cemetery.
I point to it, and tell my little Viking, strapped in her baby seat, that we are all going to end up here.
And so we must live the best life we can.
Like the good doctor said,
“don’t die with your music inside you.”
My version to that was, don’t be anyone’s bitch.
But I think I’ll wait until she’s older, like when she’s 3 maybe, before I use that language with her.
Until then, don’t die with your music inside you.