It’s absolutely normal that the space Dominic once occupied in the hearts and minds of his peers gets smaller over time.
He was only a part of their lives-lives blooming and bursting in the spring of their years.
They are moving and marrying and having children and building careers. If he were still living it may very well be they would have lost touch by now anyway.
I know all this and yet it still hurts.
Why do I find it unsettling that he is becoming just a distant memory?
With every passing month the bits of him scattered in the hearts and minds of friends and family fade just a little more.
The vibrant hue of who he was is fainter.
His light dims and is harder to see in the darkness.
I can’t possibly hope to hold all the memories myself.
I can’t preserve them forever by myself.
I depend on others who knew him to be memory boxes too.