During this section of reading, one part that really catch my attention was on page 10 stating, “The dead only die if they die in our hearts . . . and if we kneel down regularly to commune with them.” This part really touched my heart because recently I’ve been away due to a surprising death in my family; my grandma. My grandma was truly my world. When my parents migrated to New York, I grew up for almost five years without my mother (my father visited many times). She was my mom also and still is. Her death breaks my heart. During her funeral, we placed many things she loved in her life in the casket so she can enter the other world happy. This entire part I quoted truly represents what we did and what I feel. It is labeled as a death, but my grandma did not die because she lives through me.