The day Donny died.
It was one of my first experiences with the sudden loss of someone close to me. We were neighbors and friends. We rode the same bus, and played together at each other's homes. I was devastated by the sense of loss and the sheer emotion that poured out of me.
That particular grief has lessened over the years. Time softens the sadness, while still allowing the memories to remain. I don't remember when I stopped asking why it happened. I don't think any answer will suffice this side of Heaven. Yet I can look back now and instead of wonder what might have been, I can appreciate what was. My reminiscing isn't motivated by regret, rather, it is a strong reminder that even after so many years, my memories can be a gift.
As I have more recently experienced the death of my niece, I know that it is a gift to have others share their memories of her. This sharing can lessen the sting of the loss because it unites those left behind. These shared experiences are a gift given to those who grieve. To me, it says that you recognize my loss, my suffering, and my sadness. You give me the gift of remembering. It doesn't really matter if you knew her or not, because when you honor her memory, you honor me.