When I die I will fold inward quietly
A book shut gently
That has been savored.
In the last moments I may
Flip through the pages,
Skimming the high points,
Omitting the dull.
May I be shelved in the memory
Of loved ones.
In Whose Library?
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Leaves of Ash 
Dad is on my library shelf.
Mine too.