And every day, seeing it, he keeps his promise again.

She is not forgotten.

She never will be.

She got her walk, and she keeps it still, a bright red dress in the light, a little girl who was afraid of disappearing and whose brother made certain that she never, ever would.

That is what love does, in the end, for the ones we have lost.

It refuses to let them go dark.

It carries them, stitch by stitch and year by year, into the light.