We all have to deal with it

I don't exactly know how to honor this except to say that I understand the urge to chronicle passings. I've written four such posts in the last year, and I've not been sure that it's "appropriate" or what my family would think if they were to read any of them. My remembrances all feel inadequate to me, but I felt better for writing them. It's not as if there's a way to sum up the impact of a life in a paragraph or even an essay, but the attempts are heartfelt nonetheless. Maybe the act of "publishing" (no matter how privately) lends ... weight? ... to the elegy. I hope it's not seen as flippant or dismissive. For me, it has been a helpful part of the process of dealing with it.