Your death is like an atomic explosion – it burns the outline of a life on the surface what’s left, it feels like there’s a half-life, a decay of the energy, the heat of your being that is fading from me, but that traces of it will remain long after I’ve gone. The detritus of your life, your passionate journey, your deep and not so deep investigations into the different aspects of the world that caught your attention is flying apart, gradually decelerating until it will someday stop. What then? Will you be forgotten? Never! Will you be gone? No.
It’s just that the impression you leave will rebound – the memory-foam of existence returning to a different pattern, losing the shape of you… but never altogether… always different for you having lain there, in the quantum sense, the ripples of your being will always resonate and expand, each second wider across the universe.