There are two photos I took. The last photos I took with you. One of the hospital/hospice window. The other of your hands. I never look at that one with your hands. I have it saved on my phone. I know exactly where it is. I scroll fast enough to blur the few before and after.. the summer in Port Hope, I start to scroll fast. Then...stop when I see the spring vacation in Cayman. I hate that I can’t scroll fast from the grey cold of November to the ...cute valentines of February. I just want to blur it all out. But, not ever delete it.