I finally took the time to copy thousands of photos from my "you-are-dead-to-me" hard drive that had been taking up space as a door stop.
I see faces belonging to people who are far older today. And I see faces belonging to people whom I wish were far older today.
You are gone, Flo and Ken, but you will never be forgotten.
Like those babies of mine, you're not here. But you're here (points to head) and here (points to heart).