When someone we love leaves this world, we not only lose their physical presence, but also a silent question that accompanies us day and night.

Does he/she still feel me?
Does he/she know I remember him/her?

Does he/she see me when I go to his/her grave?

For many, the cemetery becomes a sacred place. A space where silence seems to speak and where the heart finds a way to weep without words. For others, however, that place is too painful, an open wound that is difficult to face. Both reactions are valid.

But there is a spiritual truth that is often not clearly stated: love does not live in a grave; it lives in the energy that unites two souls.

The body remains, the soul continues.

When a person dies, their body returns to Earth, but their essence does not disappear. The soul is not made of matter; it is not enclosed in a coffin nor trapped in a tombstone.

The body was merely an instrument for living on this plane, but the soul continues its journey to other levels of existence.

It’s like taking off old clothes: what matters isn’t the garment left behind, but the person who wore it.

That’s why our loved ones aren’t bound to the place where their remains rest. They can be with us at home, on the street, in our memories, and in our most intimate thoughts.