Last night I went on this walk with some friends from church. Two sons and one brother-in-law in our memories.
I was introduced, briefly, to a lovely and gentle woman, about a generation older than I, I think. She lost one of her twin sons to suicide ten years ago, when her boys were about thirty years old, and his brother very recently in the same way.
One of my friends and I talked about how we pretend that these are not our real lives.