It isn't until the people we love become a memory that we wish we had done things differently. You still live in your heart and soul. Meaning ypu have the memories in you. Hugs

Sorry for you lost, keep your head up, the day is brighter up ahead. you're going to be ok

Each and every one involved with a death has different ways of dealing with it. We all know all too well the impact on us in whatever role that person was in our life. Children, grandchildren, friends, distant family, all who knew the person who died, have grief to be addressed when there was love involved. Pictures are still a blockage to me, two years later. And I've got a commemorative photo book my step-daughter put together of my wife's last Easter egg hunt in our backyard a month before she died. To this day, I've not opened it. Perhaps what you seek will surface someday for you to see. It is the memories you have that are your true treasures, and those you will have with you the rest of your days. ~~~ Scottie

Some of those 'legacy' condolence type web pages can be reactivated if you request them from the website. They are usually attached to the obituary from the newspapers or the funeral home. There should be a 'contact us' link somewhere on their webpage. You can send them an e-mail and either ask for it to be reactivated or request a copy of it. Just explain it as you have here - that at the time you didn't have a computer/internet that could handle it but would like a copy.

The other thing that might work is going to a website called archive.org and typing in the website's address in the search box. You may be able to find an archived copy of it that way.

Hope this helps.

Love and Hugs,
Martha

Thank you Martha, I will give it a try.

Scottie, I know how difficult it is to open the memory photo book. My husband had always brought home gifts to the family when he return from a trip. The last time was no exception. A big box of gifts arrived before his remains came home. I distributed the children's gifts but I was unable to open the one he bought for me for a long time. When I did open it, tears just stream down my face. I never knew he knew exactly what I like and what is my favorite color. Scottie, take your time when and if you are ready to look at the book. Hugs to you.

Thank you everyone for your comments.

What a true treasure your husband left to you. Love is so grand! I remember when I went through her 2 big bookshelves where she kept all her treasures. What really pained me was that I had remembrance of only a few of her many things. Thirty years of marriage and I didn't ever once take a genuine interest looking, let alone asking the story behind each keepsake. There is much I had regrets over, but not making the most time possible with her through the years, always working on or toward something. Now, I find engaging with a friend to be such a great gift available to us in life. When I found her box of cards we had written to each other through the years, touching and reading the very top one really set me off into the deepest sob possible -- not just a cry session. This was sobs from the depths of my soul, coming from deep deep within me. I recall crying like that only one other time. This was after her terminal diagnosis after she had an operation. I had gone up to the prayer line to ask for prayer. I could get no words out. I just fell to my knees and sobbed. I had never before cried like that, having cried only a few times in my adult life (not tears, but actual crying). So many life lessons to be learned in death to us left behind. ~~~ Scottie