When a human being leaves this life,
its last movement is
breathing out the last breath.
When my father died some time ago,
I was there with him:
present when he
breathed in and out
his last breath.
It was the most
impressive and memorable moment ever
in my life.
A few days ago a friend died.
I remember her
as a very strong and sweet person.
Life starts with a breath,
fades out,
and fades into another life;
leaving us the memories.
