Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor’s mind toward some final resolution, some clear meaning which it perhaps never finds.

- Robert Anderson, I Never Sang for My Father

It’s been more than 20 years since I last uttered those lines from Robert Anderson’s play, which also appear in a slightly different form in Tuesdays with Morrie, but they came racing back to me today.  I understand their meaning so much better now.