"Repose"- It was a hot summer afternoon. The snapshot cut off my father’s head. The image of tranquility was truncated. In opposition to that image I drew my shadow within the iconic Adirondack chair. That hastily captured moment of rest was forever lost to my sisters and I. We never talked about Cindy amongst ourselves. Even though the envelope was found, everything I painted or drew was just a shadow, a vision through a glass darkly. Nevertheless, the shadow of Cynthia’s death was always as palpable as summer’s heat.