I just heard Fresh Air's interview with Jonathan Franzen about his new work 'Freedom'. He reflected on his personal loss of his friend David Foster Wallace, and how differently the death of a contemporary feels than a parent.
Isn't it interesting how thoughts of loved ones who are gone appear at the most random times? I think of my friend Susan who has been gone since 1989, there I sit listening to NPR and here she is in my thoughts. Memory and longing can be funny, grand and mysterious.