My husband died six months ago and his best friends keep telling stories about him that don't match the man I lived with for twenty years. I don't want to correct them but I also can't stand watching them turn him into someone he wasn't, and I'm worried we're all going to lose the real him in our need to make sense of losing him.
More people experience this than they realize.
The versions of someone we carry after death can compete with each other, threatening to erase the full complexity of who they actually were.
“Where Are You with What you take with you — the inner legacy that death carries away?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.