I think it is probably a comforting thing, like making contact again. I used to go and talk to my grandfather either at the graveyard when my folks were there, (I'd sit by the grave for long periods and complain about school) or infront of the old wooden crate that held his helmet (WWI) and letters to my grandmother. It made me feel that the connection was still open and alive. I think over time I internalized it, so that I don't have to have the physical connection there any longer. I still miss him, though. I think it's OK, Moonshine.