When someone dies or if you have done something in the past, you get to live it through your memories. It can be bad memories which despite your efforts does not vanish or fade away from your mind or there can be good memories which you hold onto it and try to remember as much as possible. As with all human beings I also live through my memories. As already mentioned I lost my father (whom I was extremely close and loved him dearly) in 2009 and since that time, I live with the memories I had with him overwhelmingly good memories throughout the years.
Talking to him, taking advice from him, going to grocery stores and doctors office and just chilling around is so vividly remembered that I smile every time it comes to my mind. It is like a DVD recorder being played over and over again and the memories do not get erased forever.
Wearing the stuff he gave me on my birthday and helping me out with my first home and my education and just plain looking at stuff reminds me of how he was and how he enjoyed life with his family and others. The same thing can happen with any person and when someone dies it is these memories that you pass along to your kids and that makes you keep on going on and you live your life with it and don’t want to let it go.