Whether through our own reminiscences or those of others, keeping alive the memory of a loved one who dies brings a sense of comfort.
In a recent column I wrote about learning about the death of a dear high school friend a month after she passed away. I felt sad because I wasn’t there to share in her family’s grief and I couldn’t, at the time of her death, acknowledge to them the big place my friend held in my heart.
A number of readers wrote to remind me that grief knows no timetable and that my condolences and memories would still be welcome, maybe even more so now.
I know this from experience. At age 19,