How to face dead?

Yesterday, I read a post in FB (where I almost not active) a friend of mine (Secondary friend Nanny (Mónica) Alemán) telling about her mother passed away. I felt sad, and still feel sad. But the way she talk looks to me a to face life with strength; or maybe I should say to face dead with strength. At the end Dead is part of life. I did my free translation: ....THERE IS A TIME FOR EVERYTHING AND WHEN IT IS MADE UNDER THE SUN IT HAS AN HOUR (marked)...
... THERE IS A TIME TO BORN AND ANOTHER TO DIE. REST IN PEACE MOM 🙏 😔

When I read it i thought how strength she is!!
And then my question comes to my thoughts: How to face dead?

My grand pa use to say: The world ends for the one who dies! After he said that he use to smile. I think part of the strength most of Mexicans has and also Latinoamericans are coming from far away from the Aztec ancestry.

Anyway, dead is painful for the ones who are nearby to the one who pass away, weather by family ties, weather by friendship.

I said her from the bottom of my hear: Oh, pronta resignación y mi más sentido pésame desde el otro extremo del mundo!
(Oh, recover promptly and my deepest condolences from the other side of the world!).

At 57 years I really don't know how my life will end. If only we should a chance to choose!? In the meantime we have no choice but fight day by day.

They said in a 100 years nobody will remember you! That means after three generations we diluted into the oblivion.
Well, the new technologies (as this blog Hive) can make changes in that way as we are letting traces of our lives while we are posting. I imagine sometimes we are letting pieces of skin over the blockchain. Weather our decendents are curious and research about us or any other unknown read about us by chance.

RIP (Rest In Peace) your mom my friend Nanny Aleman!
¡Descance En Paz tu mami amiga mía Nanny Aleman!

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