During lunch with one of my daughters, we talked about our favorite salad dressings, and she told me her favorite is the french salad dressing. At that moment, I remembered it was also my late husband, Paul's (her dad's) favorite salad dressing, and I said, "That was Dad's favorite salad dressing too," and she said, "Yeah, that's right." I told her, "It's nice to say his name; I miss that." She agreed.

Often, while having conversations, when I recall a memory of my son, Joe, and or my late husband, Paul, it allows me to say their names, which I appreciate.

How do you feel about saying the names of your lost loved ones? Feel free to comment below; I would enjoy hearing from you.

With love,

Patty