I have often wondered what it must be like to be dead. If we still have the five senses working or if it is just that some of it is with you. If there is any memory left still or is it just the thot of it which is left behind. It must be a strange feeling I suppose..to see and not be seen, to hear and not be heard, to touch and not be felt.

At some point we all have to go through this, for some of us it is may be a difficult journey for some it will be easier. But whatever it is, in whichever shape or size one turns into, I think in the end its all about what you leave behind which matters the most.

The memories is all that remains.