Reminiscence

Sitting at dinner, we exchange remembrances of those we’ve lost.

We find some comfort as we speak.

I remember my mom. As we keep talking, I miss my cousin and her amazing sense of humor. “She was,” I say, “the funniest person I ever knew.” I speak of Burt, my friend talks of her mother. We both are happy to have the reminder and the moments

There is a kind of solace in sharing memories of grief.