Do not go gentle into that good night.
Let them say you were complicated. That you made mistakes and that you owned up to them. That everyone knew your name. That you were a fierce defender of your friends and your family. That you loved music and books. That you had a quick and generous wit and an easy laugh. That you brought people together. That you could turn anything into a celebration.
Let them say that you lived. And that you brought us together, in your absence, and we celebrated you.
RIP Uncle Azad.
Attribution
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.— from Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas