Death is a natural result of life. The inevitable end of one's life

Your soul is the collection of memories others hold onto after you pass away. Your soul might not live on for all time, but for a couple of generations the memories of you will hopefully enrich the lives of those who came into contact with you.

I find solace in this definition of soul. I do not need an infinite afterlife. I would like to think that my life positively impacted those who lived after me for a generation or two. I would be selfish to wish for anything more.

As sad as death is, it is inevitable. To think it won't happen is absurd. To try and avoid it at all cost, bankrupting those around you is absurd.

Why is the death of a loved one such a painful event? We are creatures of habit. We find comfort in habit. When a loved one dies all habits tied to that person are ended immediately, never to return. This is the tearing feeling we feel. Life falls apart because all of our comfortable habits of being together are destroyed.

No more will you have the feel and smell of your mate next to you as you wake in the morning. But you will have the memories of this. And these are what is important after a loved one has passed.

One's soul is the sum of memories those near you have after you pass. Through these memories one can pass on comfort and happiness after death.

Bittersweet are the memories of those that have passed. The most bittersweet of these are the most important. The memories that cause you the most pain are those most dear to you. Bask in bittersweet, it will be but should not be depressing. Instead bittersweet memories should be fulfilling, recalling those memories that are most precious to you. There is life in these memories.

Let bad memories go if you can. History is what it is. All you have left is the future.

One's soul is the sum of the memories those near you have after you pass. Through these memories one can pass on comfort and happiness after death. Such is immortality.