heartbreak

 Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible.
 Rumi

 Going through my sister's things, we came across a camera with a photo chip (I can't remember the technical term). 

 These gems were the silver lining of the grief inducing trips down memory lane.

 Seeing her little love through her eyes...

 imagining her asking him to hold up the mountains...

 her capturing his attention to fishing....

 and that face that leaves you wondering what travesuras he was plotting...