Grief is like a gaudy hat, in that everyone will wear it a little differently. Wailing was never my style. Moping? Waste of time. Same with self-medication. My war-hero older brother attends Mass daily and lights candles for the lost. I respect his faith, but despite my Catholic upbringing, I never really embraced the afterlife thing. It always struck me as a hedge for people uncomfortable with the here and now.
Unfortunately, because of unwelcome repetition, I’ve gotten a chance to refine my grieving style over the past two years. That set me off in search of more creative ideas for remembering the people I’ve loved and lost. Might there be ways to keep them alive not only in my memory, but also more tangibly?
A few years back, I started using my iPhone to
