how to grieve a loved one

A loved one. A brother. Whatever it is. Death is death, and grieving is grieving. Only when it isn't. I heard once there is no wrong way to mourn. Some talk and talk, telling old stories and remembering the good times, even the bad. Others choose silence. Me, I'm in between the extremes, or actually, one or the other. Keeping certain momentos close by, that's normal perhaps. Keeping a garage full of "stuff", maybe not so much. Writing and lamenting, forming fiction from fact or perceived memory, that's just what I do. Whatever, there are ways we deal and ways we do not deal. The difference between the two is easier imagined than parlayed.