good morning cyberspace

I've been reading a humorous novel where the main character watches her life after she dies and the thought occurred to me... you are really gone when they "go through your things". What a disturbing thought; someone will look at all of the detritus of your life, all those of papers you tape to your mirror so they don't get lost, (websites, phone numbers, books to read, pictures of kids & grandkids, tickets to a show, books you loaned a friend), all the stuff in your bedside table (secret stash of Baby Ruth's), your bureau (lingerie you wore 30 yrs. ago & the granny-panties you wear now), and your books. Then your keepsakes, the things you saved forever, will be gone (the copy of Armageddon that was you dad's, his slide rule, the red Mary Jane's your little girls loved when they were 5, the stone you brought home from a visit to the camps at Dachau). That's when you know you are dead, when the forever is over.