Life after Death.

After the demise of my Grandma almost a year ago, I start to ask myself what happens after death. Is there another 'life', where there is total freedom and happiness?

I've dreamt of my Grandma once months after her funeral. She wore the same blouse which was displayed at her wake. The light blue flora blouse. She was thin, and didn't talk to me. But I can still remember she didn't look sad. She was looking at me.

Time passes by and just 1 more month would be her death anniversary. Uncles and aunties seemed to have forgotten about her. They didn't seem to be putting efforts to arrange for the anniversary preparation. I told my dad, let's take over and do it by ourselves.

Then I started to ask myself this question. What happens when it's my turn. Will your friends and immediate family members just plainly forget about you, your life, your face, your existence, simply because you've left the earth? Do they even remember that you were once alive?

I don't know.