After we are gone...

How often would someone think of us? A few times a day, week, month or year?

I think of my aunt helen and grandparents quite often. I tell stories about them to family and friends so they "live" on. I don't want them to be forgotten, forever.

I wonder though is this the norm? I care more than the average person I think about those who have passed on in my life.

Are we ever really reunited with our loved ones? Or is it just a dream that we have? Is there life after death? Do we know that we are dead from this life?

What do we really know about death? after all we are still living... I guess this is where faith and religion come in. I am catholic and I know what I've been taught.

Is it real though? How do we know for sure? The only way to really know is to die. Right? Wrong? Maybe?

I can feel myself slipping into depression again. It starts with thoughts like these and then...I tumble farther.

These are real questions that I have though and need them answered. But they won't ever be answered until that day that I will know for sure.