I wish I could remember you as you are in this picture. I wish you had looked like this every single day of the forty years you spent together, and that I spent with you. I wish there had been more life and more joy among us. But there wasn’t. Like all unhappy families, ours was unhappy in its own way. And yet, even though I choose this picture, this won’t be the image of you etched into my memory. You are gone now, and nothing between us can ever be mended. May you both rest in peace.