A living person probably, who makes mistakes, who walks up and done in his room on a Sunday Morning, whilst making tea.
Or who can not find the things he left on the kitchen table even if they sticking in the eye.
A life is a life where you were softly loved and where looking back on events the ones you won`t regret are outnumbering those you are not proud of. And before the day gets boringly average you can admit: you tried.
Love is not just one strong bond but thousand little threads.