���Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.���~ Guy de MaupassantI have a picture of you from 1971.You are dressed in a white sleeveless top and matching white stockings kneeling next to a tree. Nestled in your arms is a small, white bundle with a tuft of dark hair. Your face is turned down, but not so much that your proud, slight smile is hidden.