MOM-NOS has a lovely tribute here.
Having been involved in online stuff for a while, you can feel very connected with people. Blogs have made that easier in some ways, and harder in others.
For instance, I rarely leave comments, even though I often want to, because I think, "why would this person care what I have to say?"
(And, often, because people seem so much more clever in their comments than I could ever be.)
(And, often, because I'm a sibling and not a parent, I don't feel quite qualified to say something. On the rare occasions that I do, I generally preface the comment with that fact.)
So a reciprocal relationship is something you have to work at in blogging.
But at the same time, perhaps because I'm just the type to remember what I read, if I hear the name of a certain country star, I think of MOM-NOS's son. Because she lives nearby, I always harbored the secret thought that maybe I'd run into Vicki and Evan when they were out and about. The last time I rode the subway, such as it is here, I thought of Charlie. I've given some serious thought to attempting to learn at least a little Japanese, in the hope that someday I can take Patrick to DisneySea, so I thought of Brandon and his mom learning Japanese for their trip last year.
Blogs like Vicki's, and Kristina's, and Lisa's, and MOM-NOS's, and Niksmom's, and Casdok's, and Maddy's, and Daisy's...the stories about their lives, their kids...they leave a mark.
And so, even though I'll not run into Evan on his adventures, I'll remember him, too. Particularly when I see a child swinging.