This is how I now think of my long-departed children. I have all my memories of them in which they live. I realize these may be the same memories I’d have if they had simply left home and lived across the country or world from me. They are alive to me but living in a different realm where we will be together once more at some future time. Meanwhile, I hold them close in my memories. Of course, it took a few years before I stopped grieving their empty places at the table and was able to have this perspective.