WE SNAPPED ONE LAST HOLIDAY PHOTO—BUT NONE OF US KNEW IT WOULD BE OUR FINAL ONE TOGETHER
The lights on the tree shimmered, the gifts were neatly placed, and for a brief, beautiful moment, everything felt just right. Like clockwork, Mom pulled out the camera and called out, “Okay, one more for the album!”—something she’d done every single Christmas. Dad smiled, his arm wrapped gently around her. My brother groaned in that…