It’ll be three weeks tomorrow since Noah was taken from us. I sort through the photos I took over the years and wish I had taken more. It is a great comfort to see his face and yet I wonder if, as time goes by, the pictures may not make it harder to imagine him growing up. I don’t want to think of him forever as a little boy. Because of his twin and for the sake of his other siblings and of his cousins, I don’t want him stuck in time. Already the girls are playing the game: “What would Noah say?” or “What would Noah do?” They try to imitate his voice, his tone, his expressions: it makes them laugh. They rejoice in every little bit of him that they are able to bring back. I want these memories kept alive but I want more too. I want the girls and all of us to give him space to grow and change. Two, four, ten years from now, I want them to be able to ask: “What would Noah say?” or “What would Noah do?” and come up with an answer that will bring them comfort and, maybe, maybe, some degree of happiness. I am not sure yet how we will do it but we are learning as we go. We’ll find a way. The pictures will take care of themselves. For now they help.