When someone dies and you prepare for their funeral and reach out to their friends and siblings, you learn about all the other people they were, beyond the person they were to you. And you get to know the full person they couldn’t or wouldn’t let you know, and you wish you could have known that person too. But now it’s too late and you couldn’t have known them in any other way anyway. So you’re grateful for knowing them as you did. And that has to be enough.
