This blog, I am writing it today April 25, 2024, which I will place in a date hole on April 23, is the first example of my present plan to leave behind a record when I meet my soon-to-come-oblivion. I will put behind all the framed photographs and art on my walls little explanatory essays. And of course my daughters already know what my mother used to say that a house was not a home until pictures were on the wall. To this I add that any picture that is framed is a picture saved.

Our granddaughter Rebecca came over on July 31, 2020 and made up my Rosemary. Rosemary is wearing what we call the “bird dress”. We were married on February 8 1968 and she was wearing the dress. We bought it in Mexico City’s Zona Rosa. I remember that the shop was across the street from a fashionable coffee shop called the Kineret. It remains to be seen if either of my granddaughters, if they marry, will they want to wear the bird dress?

The dress is intact. Somehow Rosemary was able to wear it for the photograph. I am not sure if Rebecca took the photograph (my Fuji X-E3 was on a tripod) or I used the self-timer. Every time I look at this photograph I either cry or almost cry. The next photograph of Rosemary is one that my daughters will never see. She was dead on the bed and we were waiting downstairs for the funeral people to show up. Since I am a photographer I knew I had to do something. I went up. Niña, our female cat was asleep on her chest. I took a photograph.