Those people who know you best and whom you shared the worst and the best days of your life will bring back the most important memories of your life, in case you lose them along the way.
Earlier today, my bosom friend sent me a message telling me that she dreamt of me last night, the monologue I presented in Prof. Alegre's theatre class where I played Eris, the Goddess of Discord. It was, I think, the greatest performance I did because I do not usually act on stage. This happened about a decade ago. Until today, I have lost this memory of me playing Eris. I am thankful for her reminding me this.
I have always thought that our friends, our partners and our family perform the most noble function that is to be witnesses that we lived. They will always be a living proof of how well or how rotten we lived our lives. They, with so much hope, will outlive us to tell our story. And that I think is the closest substitute to immortality.
(I woke up in the middle of my sleep to write this down. I thought of this in my dream, too. Thank you, Maphene )