“I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us.” – Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking Sometimes, you might think you see him – walking down the street, walking toward you, and you almost forget. You almost forget and your pace quickens, your heart beating out of your chest. “Is this real?” you say. “Can it be?” So startled are you by this copycat image, this lifelike impostor of what was, that you smile hugely and almost call out to him. And that’s when you… I’m not done yet.