On my darkest of days I think of him. Today is no different. He’s standing just outside of my range of vision. Dressed in the clothes he wore on our wedding day. Fraser tartan proudly pinned over his shoulder. His hair combed back. This look of awe on his face. I imagine him wrapping our newborn child in that Fraser tartan. I imagine him lightly combing our newborn’s copper hair with his fingers. I imagine him looking at our newborn child with the same look of awe on his face that he held the day we married. I’ll always imagine.