Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us; our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

Because life is fragile and death inevitable, we must make the most of each day.

The dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.

The people we most love do become a physical part of us, ingrained in our synapses, in the pathways where memories are created.