He gave her the one thing she had asked for, the one thing that answers the deepest human fear.

He made her impossible to forget.

And in doing so he taught me the truest thing I know about loving the dead: that we do not honor them by hiding our grief away where it cannot hurt us, but by keeping them in the light, saying their names, wearing their red dresses, refusing to let them fade, so that the people we have lost remain, as my daughter so badly wanted to remain, seen.

Julian hung her dress where he would see it every day.