Unconventional harmony....

An obituary is never satisfying for me, because when I read it, there is so much left unsaid.  Although it gives a few facts, there is always so much more that I want to know.  How did they feel?  What did they think?  Who did they love?  A person is not the sum of the years they lived, where they grew up or even where they ended up.  That leaves so much out about who they were inside.  But I think, ultimately, the problem in writing an obituary is that every relationship is different, and no one ever knows another person in their totality.  It is hard to sum up a life that you didn't ever fully know.