It's was the 4th of July and we were out at lunch on a joyous afternoon of reverie and indulgence. And she was there, giving life to conversations, making us all laugh. She was only 1 month old, and already she knew so much.
My brother asked if he could hold her for a minute. He just wanted to ask her a few questions.
We locked eyes/screens, I smiled to her and she back at me, and then gingerly I set her into my brother's hands.
The next time I saw her, she looked like this:
Now she's in a USPS body bag, off to the phone morgue. I'll never forget our long nights locked in passionate information giving and receiving though.