It just doesn't feel fair, when those so much more deserving are taken from this place.

It's a trite cliche, but at least we can look back on the time we had and know what it meant. To know we loved and were loved, in whatever ways those we've lost loved us.

It's why I take so many pictures. You can't forget a photograph, it's always there.

[And she has so many photographs now. Albums and albums filled with them.]

She did. Her name is May. She and Henry and the three kittens are all with me now.