I agree.
The people we love keep on living in us somehow.

I remember when reading Garcia Marquez A Hundred Years of Solitude he talks about the second death, when we are forgotten by the living. I noticed that also in Disney’s movie Coco, it’s when we are forgotten when we are truly gone.

And of course, we can ask ourselves when are we truly forgotten, when are we truly gone?

Is the void going to remember star dust once the Universe is gone?

Echoes of eternity reverberating through existence.

Thank you for writing, Aggy.
Pablo