My best friend and I have been talking about writing something to honor our mentor who died last year, but every time we sit down to do it we end up in completely different places about what mattered most about her. I keep wanting to capture her fierce honesty and he keeps focusing on her gentleness, and it's starting to feel like we knew completely different people.
More people experience this than they realize.
The dead live differently in each person who loved them, and honoring that multiplicity while creating something together requires navigating the tender reality that grief is never shared equally.
“Where Are You with Grief and legacy — how the dead continue to live in us?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.