People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist.
An author is a trigger to our own imaginations. We either go along for the ride, or we flinch and look the other way. Don't look the other way. Embrace the story, embrace the characters, embrace everything the author wants you to explore, because the written word is something for you to treasure in your own way.