According to Mexican tradition, people die three deaths: The first death is when our bodies cease to function, when our hearts no longer beat of their own accord, when our gaze no longer has depth or weight, when the space we occupy slowly loses its meaning. The second death comes when the body is lowered into the ground, returned to mother earth, out of sight. The third death, the most definitive death, is when there is no one left alive to remember us. “No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away...” Rest peacefully Dad 6/21/35-9/12/11 You will not soon be forgotten. Much Love.