My parent peasant die.

Reciently I got to visit to a die parent; this it was obviuosly sad; in adittion, it was interesting, I read a biography make about he; nothing less that the history of my country and of my past emboby in a man. This history is the military's life and peasant's life of a santanderean person. Well, when you imagines a movie from a humanistic perspective, you sees a animal's life, in this case I can read the life of him, can see the ambient of my parent. I see this life like an experiment to teach us somenthings and say us that don't doing; only you can see this if you want be somebody different; specially and learns anything. I arrive to the funeral a few days ago; I see the body of a man that a long time before had said me that -we don't going to see us more- In the instant, I jocke with my self and think that when my die parent feeled my presence wake up he stands and opened his eyes and gretts me; this last no happend. I say that when we die, we don't get spirit that going to any site; course, not like this that you can sees in somethings movies, the wich ones goes to heaven preservings our form; not. I say that when you dies; you waits to be destoid absolute molecularly; while; your body preserving a memory of your ambient, then is so like I was near to my die parent I see like he inflated his body because feeling my presence althogh he in the current is die his memory's body can remember me.