She wanted adults to stop making a home feel like a place where love could be revoked at the door.

The drawing prompted me to look through an album Thomas and I made when Daniel was young.

In one photograph he held a blue plastic shovel on the Jersey Shore.

In another he was asleep against Thomas’s shoulder after a birthday party.

There were images of school performances, graduations, and a wedding where Claire’s smile had seemed uncertain but hopeful.

I noticed how often I appeared carrying bags, preparing food, or organizing details while other people posed.