They say our lives go on after death only as long as the last person who remembers us. Except for a few notables of history, this means we live for a couple or three generations before photographs fade and family stories are forgotten. But what about people who die with no family or friends to remember them? I’d never given the question much thought; I’m busy worrying about and, lately, burying my own people, whose lives I try to hang onto. Read the full opinion at The Washington Post.

Source: Washington Post October 14, 2023 18:31 UTC