I don’t know if my mother is in the heaven or hell, I don’t believe when somebody dies goes to a place where stay there waiting for one day to come back or maybe to resurrection. But I believe that I have a part of her which is into my body and she lives physically through my DNA and abstractly with my memories. I think about her every day and I see her when look in the mirror and see her through my hair color or my eyes color too. My shape although I’m a man and she was a woman obviously,I get see her. According to the philosophers,people live while someone think about them and the according to the scientists people have memories while they have brain synapses therefore my mother will live while I live.