Last evening I checked in on a blog. It is a new one for me – very well expressed and well written. It was a casual stopping by for me; the author had come to her blog that day with a not-so-casual topic. She wrote about the suicide of a close family member – one that happened years ago. Although for her, it was both years ago and it was yesterday. I’m 61 and I do know something about the word never now; I know something about remorse and regret. And anguish . . . I think I know how that feels.

I wanted to be able to write a wise comment, one that could soothe. But I wound up just saying that she was in my thoughts. Sort of a typewritten resting of my hand on hers, an acknowledgment of the vast and complex emotional territory she is in. It has been in my mind ever since.

You find a lot of things in blogs – humor and introductions to different lifestyles and great pictures of faraway parts of the country. And in some blogs you find life, honest and real. Maybe in that a writer and reader join in a realization they are not alone.