Another Yahrzeit

The mural of you that hangs in Harry’s room.

On Saturday, I thought I was going to die. The world outside the car turned white in a matter of minutes, and my Uber driver explained that this is the worst time to drive. Right when it comes down. The roads are so slick, so suddenly. He’d much rather drive when there’s 2–3 inches on the ground. I pointed my camera toward the window to take a photo of the snow for Iris when I heard him say something about looking at the cars up ahead. Then we swerved to the…