Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday I had a long telephone conversation with my older daughter's ex boyfriend.  He's a dear guy, and was devastated to learn that she had died.  Their breakup was mutual and friendly, and he's married and has twin girls who are now teens.  We "checked in" about our lives, and he said his wife reminded him he has letters from my daughter in India the year she was traveling around, and that they are beautiful and powerful.  He's going to offer him to my granddaughter's dad, to save for her until and if she is ready.  I loved hearing from him, and yet it was hard to bear.  I want to support those who loved my daughter, but I haven't much to give.  I struggle.  I looked at a stationery catalogue yesterday, to order cards to thank the many people who have sent notes, yet I can't even relook at them.  I'm trying to read "The Mirror and the Light" because my daughter loved the trilogy so much, and yet, though the writing is amazing, it too reminds me of her.  Today was a lovely day spent with my younger daughter and her two boys, and it's such interactions that bring me happiness.  I'm grateful for them and everyone who is talking to me, comforting me, and reminding me how much impact my daughter had in her short life.  She truly lives on.