We live ever hopeful of the breathtaking moment, the lifechanging minute in which we discover the grail we have always sought. In a quick flash we realize the meaning is always reflected through others, always an image that subtly changed what we beheld once we held it. So many loved him in life. If nothing beside remained, that alone would be enough to light his legacy. But then there are those photos: the crooked smile as he held his daughters, radiant as bliss. No one is ever missed this much without having covered the earth they trod with petals of the love they left in their wake. I did not know him; yet I have witnessed the yearning and heartbreak he gifted them all. Now we will never meet; but I know him now enough to muse about and miss all the tender fled reality that will forever remain refracted, mourned and celebrated in the lives of others. -Meir Ribalow