
how about for death death?
i think most of what i really am is just like the rest of humanity. so as long as there are people about, there will be people going through the same emotions and loves that i did in my lifetime.
in the poetic sense, when we die, we go into the world of imagination, memory and spirit. we are in other peoples unconcious minds, and they can tell stories about us.
as this direct influence fades, and the story they tell becomes either a lot shorter, or a lot longer, but with less and less of us in it (as is the nature of family stories!) then we become less and less appartent, but our influence keeps on going.
if we have children we pass our genes on, and even if we dont we still have a spiritual influence on the world. the negative space we leave has a real presence, (bit like the example of the person who isnt at the party)