Such a beautiful and deeply personal reflection on memory! You just don't remember events but also the emotions, the atmosphere, and even the smallest details. The title of "the keeper of shared histories" you conferred upon yourself is so powerful: besides the personal history that these friends ought not to forget, it allowed them to reconnect with the little pieces of their pasts.
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That's right. Some of my friends had since passed away, and my recollections of them brought comfort to us. We laughed, we cried, and we remembered them as they were.