In telling the story of the death of our loved ones, we can discover something about the meaning of their lives. This story is written from the immediacy of some family deaths that raised the serious dilemma of understanding death and the need to comprehend it.

The recollection of these facts of life and death, in which nothing is invented, also aims to provoke the rumour of absence that, with its benign murmur, helps to appease what time heals and memory demands.