I’m sorry to sound so gloomy on a Monday but…

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Tomorrow marks the sixth year of my father’s death anniversary. Time flies. But he still lingers on my mind. Then I came to watch the Disney movie Coco which made me ponder on the term ‘final death’. As what I’ve understood, there are two levels of death: when one dies physically and when one dies in the memories of his/her loved ones. In the movie, there’s this ghost/soul which vanished into thin air, never to be seen again, because nobody remembered him among the living. The last memory of him was lost in time and he died a final death. How sad. It breaks my heart to think about those graves in the cemetery without flowers or candles or any signs that someone visited them. I will never let my father be forgotten. I will make sure to tell his stories, good or bad, to my kids and to my kids’ kids and hope to meet him again somewhere down the road..