Kerry Temple '74 | July 1, 2015
I would like to die outdoors. I would like to die with the sun on my face — the way it feels at the moment its warmth takes you by surprise, coming from far away, and you shut your eyes and lift your face to catch the sunbeams finding you. A touch of gentle heat, a warm wash of sunlight on your upturned face. A cosmic anointing. Which would then make me think of a bare-backed boyhood in Louisiana and being outside all year round, pools of sunlight underfoot and shafts of sun spearing through canopies of live oak and pine. I would imagine the sun-dappled park next door and sunny afternoons out along Bayou Pierre and the sun-blanched sandbars that grew out of Red River in the summertime of my youth.