He picked it up and studied it closely.

“Why did you carry this specific picture all the way to the cemetery?”

“Because it was right there on the refrigerator,” Martha answered simply.

“I am missing my front teeth in this picture,” he chuckled.

“You were only eight years old then,” she reminded him.

“You had my official graduation photograph available.”

“At your graduation, you were wearing a fancy gown and acting like you no longer needed your mother’s guidance,” Martha joked gently.

Christopher smiled, and for the first time in months, Martha saw genuine warmth return to his eyes.