i'm reading life review at the gate of death. people say they remember every thought and feeling of their life, even things long forgotten. they say they see everything without judgement, and they take only knowledge and love on to the afterlife. i listened to rose as she lay dying talking about a banquet. she said she didn't believe in god but she read her daily reminder every day, crossing out the word. she asked if we wanted her suitcase, as she wouldn't need to pack anything. it did feel like she was departing on a soul journey, even if she didn't believe. the soul doesn't need belief, or a suitcase, the soul just knows. i think of trudy with the lost memories. maybe in the end she'll remember everything she forgot.