When I hear the word “community,” it leaves me a bit perplexed, because I’m not sure whether I even have a sense of community. There are two definitions of a community: it can mean a group of people with common ambitions and interests, or it can mean family and/or friends (people that are close to you biologically or culturally). Truthfully, I don’t have a sense of community because I don’t feel like I share a commonality with a large group of people. However, I can only describe what I have observed from afar and what I have heard from others.

I see people who have passed away as liberated spirits. When someone dies, their soul lingers, but not in the physical realm. Their soul lingers around the subconscious realm. Their body deteriorates, it goes back to dust and rubble; however, the spirit stays fully intact. The spirits are angels that carry out the seemingly coincidental occurrences of our lives. These spirits are cherished and seen as sacred messengers. Their presence in dreams is taken very seriously.

As for the death of important figures? Well, their spirits are not seen. Their spirits do not appear in everybody’s dreams. Instead, their spirit is embodied in their actions and the reputation they had on earth. Their legacy is how people see and remember them. Whether it be good or bad, people remember the deceased by the connotations they leave behind. The dead are remembered by the memories. And people use their lives as an example and even as inspiration to apply to their own lives.