“ You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us. You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him.”
For all of us who have lost someone close to us, these words brings tears and comfort. Knowing that those we have loved still matter helps us to get through one more day. Knowing that in those hard and troublesome times that we are not alone helps to take the fear of the unknown away. There’s a physical finality in death, but not a spiritual one. A person who dies isn’t gone completely, their memory lives on. We can’t forget their laugh and stories and frustrations and friendship and love. What would be the point of any relationship if they were erased from our memory upon death. It’s an injustice, I believe, to forget those who are no longer living in bodily form. The justice is not in dwelling on the past, but in recognizing every individual who has touched our lives whether living or dead and using what we learned from them at just the right time.
