It’s never daft to chat … to a loved-one or a friend…
Little Bro’s ashes are in a family grave back in UK… but I natter away to him every time I scan the nightskies… we have quite a conversation and I can almost hear his voice (exasperated) as I struggle to name the planets/constellations/whatever … 
he was long on knowledge, but short on patience (with me, anyway)