Tomorrow the Murdock tribe will be eating ice cream cones in memory of my dad, a man easily inspired to travel great distances for a good cone. He is two years missing/missed. In Harry Potter, people who have grieved can see Thestrals in the streets: a weird flying animal taxi. My experience has been that people who have grieved can see EACH OTHER in the streets. Vanilla, chocolate, espresso, pistachio, and wild cherry.