Somewhere out there, under there, is the wreckage of a ship that some people have been thinking about this week. 50 years ago, off Whitefish Point, a ship broke apart, sank, and 29 people died.

Seventy-four years ago, or so, my dad was in the Army in Korea. Those who remembered veterans this week, those living and those not, were remembering people like my dad.

And this week, friends and students talked about loved ones who have died. And who keep coming to mind, keep being missed.