"Oh Hector, What is the afterlife like? I always wonder if my late mother is doing fine on the other side. I have so few memories of her as she passed away when I was very young and it is hard to remember her face. Tell me the truth does this make it hard for spirits to remain around if they can be barely remembered?"
“...Uhhhhh......” Wow...... There were certain things Héctor remembered from his living years, but when one asked it like that... Now that he thought of it, he’d been alive 21 years...and dead over 95. Besides the obvious flesh, blood, all of that...was it really so different...?
“......I can’t say it’s a whole lot different... Just a different set of rules. Memories are like...air here. Blood.”
His expression falters in sympathy at her claim. “...It......depends, really. The very same thing happened with my mamá. I was barely holding on because I had one person in the living world who still remembered me and her memory was fading towards the end... But my mamá...... I hadn’t seen her since I was an infantil... She would have faded a lot sooner if it weren’t for the musicians’ memorial in her hometown. I think it’s the only photo of her banda to exist...” But, back to the topic at hand. “M-My point is, if you don’t remember her - perhaps someone else does...?”