He said: "There are people all around me, frozen in time in Black an White in photographs in my home, on my walls. There are Aunts and Uncles and their children on Christmas Day or in the back yard swimming pool. Later, they are grinning from the back seat of someone's convertible in a driveway somewhere. Then there are retirement parties and trips to Florida to escape the cold up North. Then, nothing. Letters of Thanks for coming to the Funeral, maybe. The really old photos, the ones that Grandma and Grandpa had hidden away in dusty drawers, are the ones from the Old Country where the dead have windows in their boxes so that we can see them before the are covered in earth, and remember them. That's why we have all of these photos: so we can remember who we are."

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