Legends.

There is no death; so my father said,

So I do not weep when I see them on their beds,

Their bodies aching, longing for Death,

And when they give their final breath...

I hold them in my heart for as long as I can,

For they cannot be forgotten for as long as I am,

Living, breathing, whatever keeps me existing,

"People die only when we forget them,"

Believe it, and stop resisting.