I was just thinking "Dead is gone," when I scrolled down to your comment.
I think ideas of an afterlife, or returning to the stars or whatever are wonderful, and may be comforting, but even if that is what happens, there is an impenetrable barrier between the living and the dead. For the living, they are gone. What is left of them does fade, sadly. It's the way things work.
I miss my grandmother and my aunt, particularly. I can't see them or talk to them ever again.
However, what I can do is make the effort to act in such a way as I believe would make them proud, were they here. Wherever they are or are not, they don't give two hoots now, but I do. I think that's what we carry with us.
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I was just thinking "Dead is gone," when I scrolled down to your comment.
I think ideas of an afterlife, or returning to the stars or whatever are wonderful, and may be comforting, but even if that is what happens, there is an impenetrable barrier between the living and the dead. For the living, they are gone. What is left of them does fade, sadly. It's the way things work.
I miss my grandmother and my aunt, particularly. I can't see them or talk to them ever again.
However, what I can do is make the effort to act in such a way as I believe would make them proud, were they here. Wherever they are or are not, they don't give two hoots now, but I do. I think that's what we carry with us.