Death.

“Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those sense weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't.”
-Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

I never remembered it all. I tried but only those silly moments came flashing back and I felt afraid. If only memories is all I could hold on to, then in a span of time, will I be left with an empty hand? Will she fully vanish from my life? I felt guilty. I felt the responsibility of nurturing our moments and I will fail.

 But love is not remembering all your time with her. Love lives within you. Her love never left, it became a part of you. A part of her becomes a part of you. In my daily life, in my way of cooking, in my way of thinking, in my way of folding the clothes, with those simple actions, I remember her, I realized that she influenced me with those actions. That way I knew that years may passed, I may not remember all of her, her face, her expressions, but I knew that within me, she shared her life. And that is how life and death is, leaving this world confidently knowing that we have done our part, we have shared our life.