Last years we had to say goodbye to our mother. After the services, in the dead of night, my sister and her daughter decided to dry some of the flowers that many loved ones brought to say goodbye. I was going through some old photos and couldn't help but look at the lights bouncing off the crystals and the shadows made from a portable light that sat on the porch while my sister and my niece both worked for hours drying all the flowers after saying our goodbyes.