I see Sandy

As I sift through photos, I find myself repeatedly pausing at this picture. I keep looking for Sandy, because I have a strong memory of her being there. And then I remember that it was the picture taken of family at the end of her memorial. The day was all about her, but she's not visible in the photo.

But I think I know where she is. Right there next to me, where there's extra space between me and Roger. That's where the photo feels weird to me, like someone is missing.

Sandy's much more obvious in this photo from Gerald's memorial. It's easy enough to use a little imagination to copy and paste her image into the memorial photo. (Actually using Photoshop would be a bit crass in this case, I think.)