My dad‘s obituary is now in print. For some, that makes it real and brings closure. For others, it may be a source of comparison or judgment.
For me, there is no closure. There is only this opening into love that he and I shared which will continue eternally. There are no words, in print or otherwise that express his 97 1/3 years on the Earth.
Do you look at the obituaries? Have you written your own? Ki to Happiness reads and writes and remembers.