I've written three letters to my older sister, who died last November 2. It was a very therapeutic thing for me to articulate those feelings and that grief and communicate what I was feeling and thinking. I miss her so much. This may be strange, but what I did each time after I wrote them was burn them with a candle after I did (I still had copies on my PC). Somehow it made me feel like the letter, once converted to smoke and airborne essences, was sent aloft into the spirit world/heavens along with her and was received in some way there. I'm sure that's crazy, but it pleased my avant-garde sense of spirituality.