Four Years Later Four years have passed since my mom died. In that time, friends and family have lost more people. My grandmother died a year ago. My uncle died over the summer. I can’t speak for anyone else’s grief—it’s unique, unruly, and on a timeline of its own. But time and loss have taught me two more things about my own. [I wrote about losing my mom a few years ago. You can read that piece here.] But first, a moment from before Four months before my mom died, she called me to say goodbye. It was this time of year—October—on a Saturday. My wife and I were walking…