They say you die twice - once when you stop breathing, and again when the last person who remembers you dies.
On this day, remember someone that you have loved and lost to the other shore, because when you do, they’ll live again. Let them walk and laugh and cry in your mind as they always did. Allow the little jealousies and slights of life to return, because they were never perfect before they left. Smile at the foolishness and daring and naivety and intelligence and love that made you do things together, like swimming in the river or stealing the neighbour’s fruits. That first kiss, that first day on the driver’s seat, that first day in school.
If that person be your dad or mum or grandma or grandpa or sibling, embrace them in your heart as you allow them to roam in your mind. Let them know, somehow, that they were loved.
Tomorrow, go out and do good, selfless things. Visit the bereaved, buy some random beggar kid some chips, help a blind man cross the road. As long as they live, you live too. Some day, like with @Unicorn and that random computer guy, they’ll remember, and you will live again.
In all you do, however, do not be melancholic. Remember too to look at the sky and wonder - why do birds fly, why do rain clouds not fall from the sky when water is so heavy, why does the Kidero grass grow.
It’s a beautiful life, after all! Enjoy the ride.
[SIZE=3]IN MEMORY OF G. AND J., MY CUCU (Transition, June 2002) and GUKA (Transition, November 22, 1988) respectively.
Mama iithayu kwega kuraga.[/SIZE]