Dear Photograph, a 1957 summer picnic in the park with the women in my family and my dad, the prolific amateur photographer, capturing the moment. I am the young child in the seat hooked onto the table and have only an imagined memory of this moment. The exploration in this space was powerful as I remembered these women who have all gone before me. As I took in the sights, sounds, and smells, I was thankful both to you, my photograph, as well as to my father for his diligence in capturing our family stories through the years. A salute to these women who taught me to be strong through both their living and their dying. May I honor their legacy through the next generations.