I read this last night, and couldn't bring myself to post anything. Like Art, and others, I've cried a few times--but I haven't come any closer to finding anything meaningful to say.

I've spent a lot of time in Western Michigan, near where you are. I've driven a lot of those same roads, and have lost friends and loved ones there, in this same way. This brings it all back to me. We find ways to move on, and we do. The pain lessens over time, but we never forget the ones we've lost. After even more time, that memory becomes a blessing.