Today, especially I'm asking myself these questions because my aunt was buried just this afternoon leaving three young children. The last one is just nine and I could see that he was confused and dazed he was just going through the motions. How do you tell a child that mommy would not be coming home again? Why did death take her so early? I guess it is true when they say death does not respect age, status or time. We are just pilgrims passing through this earth. The time we spend here does not count but the impact we leave. When the preacher told the congregation to take a minute of silence and likewise reflect on what would be said at our funeral it struck a nerve. Personally I think am on track but I have a long way to go. What would be said at your funeral?
I am going to share with you the most famous monlogue of 'La vida es sueno' it is said by Segisnundo the protagonist. It sums the whole idea of Calderon's play.
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