Tuesdays with Morrie

by Mitch Albom

“Tell you what. After I’m dead, you talk. And I’ll listen.”

Another question I am often asked by readers is whether I’ve continued my visits with Morrie, after he was gone. The answer is yes. In fact, I’ve gone many times. First, to keep my promise. And after that, to keep my connection to him. In the full account of this talk, Morrie asked me, “Come when you have some time. Bring a blanket.” A blanket? “Some sandwiches.” Sandwiches? “And talk to me. About life. About your problems. You can tell me who’s in the World Series.” “They’ll arrest me,” I joked. As the years have passed, each time I return I’m reminded how much closer I am to Morrie’s age during our Tuesday visits now. And I think I understand better why he wanted to ensure my visits. It was a fear of being forgotten.