This happened to me right after college. A high school friend from a neighboring town died tragically and I didn’t find out until after the funeral. We had lost touch for about a year. I found out where he was buried and paid him a visit the next time I was in my hometown. It helped me grieve to find his grave and chat with him about old times.

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