I awoke screaming, cold and alone, on the floor. I didn't like not having my brother there next to me at night. It made me have strange nightmares.

"Ty, baby, are you alright?"  I heard my mother call. I stood up, trembling for some reason, and went to the side of her bed.

"Mother," I whispered, "I miss Allen."

"I know, Ty, we all do," she replied and I crawled into the bed between her and Father.

"Ty!" my mother called one day, "would you like to help me go through this old chest?"

I walked into the room to see Mother searching through a chest full of old photographs and blankets I had never seen before.

"Mother," I said picking up one of two young men and two young women, "who is this?"

"Why, Ty Gordon! That's your father and me on our wedding day," she replied with a laugh. "We did look quite happy then didn't we?"

"Yes, Mother, but who are the other people?" I asked, curious.

"Let me see that again, baby," she said and I handed it over. She flipped it over and looked at some scribbles on the back. "Ah, the dear Marches! I don't believe I shall see them again! They were such good friends to us. I dare say I cannot remember their names anymore it has been so long! It even shows their address but not their names. I so wish I could remember!"

"May I keep this picture, Mother?"

"Yes, dear, of course."